‘He was my maister,’ seid Litull John,

‘Þat þou hase browȝt in bale;

Shalle þou neuer cum at our kyng,

Ffor to telle hym tale.’

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John smote of þe munkis hed,

No longer wolde he dwell;

So did Moch þe litull page,

Ffor ferd lest he wolde tell.

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