FRYER.

Avaunt, ye ragged knave !

Or ye shall have on the skynne.

ROBYN HODE.

Of all the men in the morning thou art the worst,

To mete with the I have no lust ;

For he that meteth a frere or a fox in the morning,

To spede ill [334] that day he standeth in jeoperdy :

Therfore I had lever mete with the devil of hell,

Fryer, I tell the as I thinke,