The potter to Roben he went,

And seyde, Felow, let mey horse go.

Togeder then went thes two yemen,

Het was a god seyt to se ;

Therof low Robyn hes men,

Ther they stod onder a tre.

Leytell John to hes felowhes[223] seyde,

Yend potter welle steffeley stonde.

The potter, with a caward stroke,

Smot the bokeler owt of hes honde ; {85}