‘Sette on footë with gode wyll,
And the sheryffë wull we kyll.’
‘Beholde wele Ffrere Tukë,
Howe he dothe his bowë plukë.
Ȝeld yow, syrs, to the sheryff[ë],
Or elles shall your bowës clyffë.’
‘Nowe we be bownden alle in samë;
Frere [T]uke, þis is no gamë.’
‘Co[m]e þou forth, þou fals outlawë:
Þou shall b[e] hangyde and ydrawë.’