He toke out the brode tarpe,[201]
And sone he lete hym se ;
Robyn coud his courteysy,
And set hym on his kne : {69}
“I love no man in all the worlde
So well as I do my kynge,
Welcome is my lordes seale ;
And, monke, for thy tydynge,
Syr abbot, for thy tydynges,
To day thou shalt dyne with me,