quoth the tanner, It will breede sorrow;
For after a coller commeth a halter,
I trow I shall be hangd tomorrow.
53
‘Be not afraid, tanner,’ said our king,
‘I tell thee, so mote I thee;
Lo, here I make thee the best esquier
in all the North Countrie.
54
‘And Plumton Parke I will giue thee,