‘Both with cloth and fee:’

‘Now, good syr sheryf, be my frende!’

‘Nay, for God,’ sayd he.

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‘Now, good syr abbot, be my frende,

For thy curteysë,

And holde my londës in thy honde

Tyll I haue made the gree!

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‘And I wyll be thy true seruaunte,