I trow thou dare not tel a lie—
I’le give thee twenty pound for the good horse,
Wel teld in thy cloke-lap shall be.
51
‘And I’le give thee one of my best milk-kye,
To maintain thy wife and children three;
[And that may be as good, I think,
As ony twa o thine might be.’]
52
‘The shame speed the liars, my lord!’ quo Dicke,