And [224] ar Roben meyt get hen agen,

Hes bokeler at hes fette,

The potter yn the neke hem toke,

To the gronde sone he yede.

That saw Roben hes men,

As thay stode ender a bow ;

Let us helpe owr master, seyed Lytell John,

Yonder potter els well [225] hem sclo.

These yemen went[226] with a breyde,

To ‘ther’ [227] master they cam.