Old man. Hips and hawes, and stickes and straws, and thinges 130 that I gather on the ground, my sonne.[1046]
1 Brother. Hips and hawes, and stickes and strawes! Why, is that all your foode, father?
Old man. Yea, sonne.
2 Brother. Father, here is an almes pennie for mee, and if I 135 speede in that I goe for, I will give thee as good a gowne of gray[1047] as ever thou diddest weare.
1 Brother. And, father, here is another almes pennie for me, and if I speede in my journey, I will give thee a palmers staffe of yvorie, and a scallop shell of beaten gold.[1048] 140
Old man. Was shee fayre?[1049]
2 Brother. I, the fairest for white, and the purest for redd, as the blood of the deare, or the driven snow.
Old m. Then harke well and marke well, my old spell:
Be not afraid of every stranger, 145
Start not aside at every danger: