And salved them grete and small.

Do gladly, syr abbot, sayd the knyght,

I am come to holde my day.

The fyrst word the abbot spake,

Hast thou brought my pay ?

Not one peny, sayd the knyght,

By god that maked me.

Thou art a shrewed dettour, sayd the abbot :

Syr justyce, drynke to me.

What doost thou here, sayd the abbot,