Her ys forty shillings, seyde Robèn,
Mor, and thow dar say,
That y schall make that prowde pottèr,
A wed to me schall he ley.
Ther thes money they leyde,
They toke het a yeman to kepe ;
Roben befor the potter he breyde,
‘And up to hem can lepe.’ [220]
Handys apon hes horse he leyde,
And bad ‘hem’ [221] stonde foll stell.