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] ;