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,