Then mete with a fryer or a fox
In a mornyng, or I drynk.
FRYER.
Avaunt, thou ragged knave, this is but a mock,
If thou make mani words thou[335] shal have a knock. {345}
ROBYN HODE.
Harke, frere, what I say here,
Over this water thou shalt me bere,
The brydge is borne away.
FRYER.