Syr, more I shall lende to the ;
And yf I fynde more, sayd Robyn,
I wys thou shalte it forgone ;
For of thy spendynge sylver, monk,
Therof wyll I ryght none.
Go nowe forthe, Lytell Johan,
And the trouth tell thou me ;
If there be no more but twenty marke,
No peny that I se.
Lytell Johan spred his mantell downe,