Foure hondred pounde I must pay :
And but I be there upon this nyght
My londe is lost for ay.
The abbot sayd to his covent,
There he stode on grounde,
This day twelfe moneth came there a knyght
And borowed foure hondred pounde.
[He borowed foure hondred pounde,]
Upon all his londe fre,
But he come this ylke day