Herde I never ere.

I make myn avowe to god, sayd Robyn,

Monke, thou arte to blame,

For god is holde a ryghtwys man,

And so is his dame.

Thou toldest with thyn owne tonge,

Thou may not say nay,

How thou arte her servaunt,

And servest her every day : {44}

And thou art made[167] her messengere,