This monke shall drynke to me.
But I have grete mervayle, sayd Robyn,
Of all this longe day,
I drede our lady be wroth with me,
She sent me not my pay. {43}
Have no doute, mayster, sayd Lytell Johan,
Ye have no nede I saye,
This monke it hath brought, I dare well swere,
For he is of her abbay.
And she was a borowe, sayd Robyn,