Wed well y non leffe, seyde the potter,

Nor pavag well y non pay ;

Awey they honde fro mey horse,

Y well the tene eyls, be mey fay.

The potter to hes cart he went,

He was not to seke,

A god to-hande staffe therowt he hent,

Befor Roben he ‘lepe.’ [222]

Roben howt with a swerd bent,

A bokeler on hes honde [therto] ;