I will lai with the, Litel John, twenti pound so read,
If I wyth that potter mete,
I wil make him pay passage, maugre his head.
LYTELL JOHN.
I consente therto, so eate I bread,
If he pay passage maugre his head,
Twenti pound shall ye have of me for your mede.
THE POTTERS BOYE JACKE.
Out alas, that ever I sawe this daye !
For I am clene out of my waye