Wilt thou not sell thy lands soe brode
To such a good fellow as me?
5
‘Ffor . . I . .’ he said,
‘My land, take it vnto thee;’
‘I draw you to record, my lord[ë]s all;’
With that he cast him a god’s peny.
6
He told him the gold vpon the bord,
It wanted neuer a bare penny: