In Englonde is his ryght,
And suffreth honger and colde,
And many a sory nyght.
90
‘It were grete pytë,’ said the pryoure,
‘So to haue his londe;
And ye be so lyght of your consyence,
Ye do to hym moch wronge.’
91
‘Thou arte euer in my berde,’ sayd the abbot,