THE POTTER.
If thou be a good felowe, as men do the call,
Lay awaye thy bowe,
And take thy sword and buckeler in thy hande,
And se what shall befall.
ROBYN HODE.
Lyttle John, where art thou ?
LYTELL [JOHN].
Here, mayster, I make god avowe. {353}
I tolde you, mayster, so god me save,