Not I master, for twenty pound redy tolde.
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For there is not among us al one
That dare medle with that potter, man for man.
I felt his handes not long agone,
But I had lever have ben here by the;
Therfore I knowe what he is.
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Mete him when ye wil, or mete him whan ye shal,
He is as propre a man as ever you medle[d] withal.