Nay for god, sayd he.

“Now, good syr abbot, be my frende,

For thy curteysè,

And holde my londes in thy honde

Tyll I have made the gree ;

And I wyll be thy true servaunte,

And trewely serve the,

Tyl ye have foure hondred pounde

Of money good and free.”

The abbot sware a full grete othe,