Be mey trowet, thow seys soyt, seyde Roben,

Thow seys god yemenrey ; [229]

And thow dreyffe forthe yevery day,

Thow schalt never be let for me. {86}

Y well prey the, god potter,

A felischepe well thow haffe ?

Geffe me they clothyng, and thow schalt hafe myne ;

Y well go to Notynggam.

Y grant[230] therto, seyde the potter,

Thow schalt feynde me a felow gode ;