A good man he bad hym be.
Robyn thanked our comly kynge,
And set hym on his kne. {77}
Had Robyn dwelled in the kynges courte
But twelve monethes and thre,
That he had spent an hondred pounde,
And all his mennes fe.
In every place where Robyn came,
Ever more he layde downe,
Both for knyghtes and for squyres,