He made him to stay and sup with him that night,
And to drink wine, beer, and ale.
Call in a reckoning, said the bishòp,
For methinks it grows wond’rous high.
Lend me your purse, master, said Little John,
And I’ll tell you bye and bye.
Then Little John took the bishop’s cloak,
And spread it upon the ground,
And out of the bishop’s portmantua
He told three hundred pound. {302}