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}