‘I am come to holde my day:’
The fyrst word the abbot spake,
‘Hast thou brought my pay?’
104
‘Not one peny,’ sayd the knyght,
‘By God that maked me;’
‘Thou art a shrewed dettour,’ sayd the abbot;
‘Syr iustyce, drynke to me.
105
‘What doost thou here,’ sayd the abbot,