FRYER.

Than have a stroke for fryer Tucke.

ROBYN HODE.

Holde thy hande, frere, and here me speke.

FRYER.

Saye on, ragged knave,

Me semeth ye begyn to swete.

ROBYN HODE.

In this forest I have a hounde,

I wyl not give him for an hundreth pound,