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}