“Had I west[252] that beforen,
At Notynggam when we wer,
Thow scholde not com yn feyr forest
Of all thes thowsande eyr.” {94}
That wot y well, seyde Roben,
Y thanke god that y be[253] her ;
Therfor schall ye leffe yowr horse with hos,
And all your hother ger.
That fend I godys forbode, kod the screffe,
So to lese mey godde.