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,