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 ;