But carry us to the coast of France,

And ligge us in the prison strong.

But Simon said, Doe not feare them,

Neither, mastèr, take you no care ;

Give me my bent bow in my hand,

And never a Frenchman will I spare.

“Hold thy peace, thou long lubbèr,

For thou art nought but brags and boast ;

If I should cast thee over-board,

There’s but a simple lubber lost.” {266}