5
King Henry was stout, and turnd hime about;
He sware by the lord that was mickell of might,
‘Is ther any rober in the world soe stoute
Der worke toe England that unrighte?’
6
The merchantes answered, soore they sight,
With a woefull harte to the kinge againe,
‘He is one that robes us of our right,
Were we twentie shippes and he but one.’