As he had done before,
And he tolde out of the monkes male,
Eyght hundreth pounde[168] and more. {45}
Lytell Johan let it lye full styll,
And went to his mayster in hast ;
Syr, he sayd, the monke is trewe ynowe,
Our lady hath doubled your cost.
I make myn avowe to god, sayd Robyn,
Monke, what tolde I the ?
Our lady is the trewest womàn,