Gramercy, syr, said he.
“Where is your abbay, whan ye are at home,
And who is your avowè ?”
Saynt Mary abbay, sayd the monke,
Though I be symple here.
In what offyce ? sayd Robyn.
“Syr, the hye selerer.”
Ye be the more welcome, sayd Robyn,
So ever mote I the.
Fyll of the best wyne, sayd Robyn,