That is soe far beyond the sea.
62
‘What is thy name, thou vagabond?
Haue done qucklie, and tell it to me;’
‘My name,’ he sayes, ‘is Poore Disaware,
I tend sheep on the lonelie lee.’
63
‘Thou art a theefe,’ the steward said,
‘And soe in the end I will prooue thee;’
. . . . . . . .