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,