So to have his londe,
And ye be so lyght of your conseyence
Ye do to him moch wronge.
Thou arte euer in my berde, sayd the abbot,
By god and saynt Rycharde.[141]
With that cam in a fat-heded monke,
The heygh selerer ;
He is dede or hanged, sayd the monke,
By god that bought me dere,
And we shall have to spende in this place