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.