& wyth a r[a]ykande rurde he to þe renk sayde,
"Bolde burne, on þis bent be not so gryndel;
No mon here vn-manerly þe mys-boden habbe,
Ne kyd, bot as couenaunde, at kyngeȝ kort schaped;
I hyȝt þe a strok, & þou hit hatȝ, halde þe wel payed,
I relece þe of þe remnaunt, of ryȝtes alle oþer;
Ȝif1 I deliuer had bene, a boffet, paraunter,
I couþe wroþeloker haf waret, [&] to þe haf wroȝt anger.2
Fyrst I mansed þe muryly, with a mynt one,
& roue þe wyth no rof, sore with ryȝt I þe profered,