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,