And of every handfull that he met

He lept ouer fotes thre.

What devilkyns draper, sayd litell Much,

Thynkyst thou to be ?

Scathelocke stoode full styll and lough,

And sayd, By god allmyght,

Johan may gyve hym the better mesure,

By god, it cost him but lyght.

Mayster, sayd Lytell Johan,

All unto Robyn Hode,