Therfore he gave him ryght anone

A good hors and a wyght. {29}

Now is Lytel Johan the sheryffes man,

He gyve us well to spede,

But alway thought Lytell Johan

To quyte hym well his mede.

Now so god [153] me helpe, sayd Lytel Johan,

And be my trewe lewtè,

I shall be the worste servaunte to hym

That ever yet had he.