How his boy and hee were at the plowe.
11
‘But stand you still,’ sayes Hobby Noble,
‘Stand you still heere at this shore,
And I will ryde to yonder old man,
And see w[h]ere the gate it lyes ore.
12
‘But Christ you saue, father!’ quoth hee,
‘Crist both you saue and see!
Where is the way ouer this fford?