14

The potter to hes cart he went,

He was not to seke;

A god to-hande staffe þerowt he hent,

Beffore Roben he leppyd.

15

Roben howt with a swerd bent,

A bokeler en hes honde;

The potter to Roben he went,

And seyde, Ffelow, let mey hors go.