That have done moch wronge.”
“Come now forth, Lytell Johan,
And harken to my tale,
A better yeman I knowe none
To seke a monkes male.”
How moch is in yonder other ‘cofer ?’ [170] sayd Robyn,
The soth must we see.
By our lady, than sayd the monke,
That were no curteysye,
To bydde a man to dyner,