And of puttingge he was ful wil,
For neuere yete ne saw he or
Putten the stone, or þanne þor.
His master tells him to try.
Hise mayster bad him gon þer-to,
Als he couþe þer-with do.
Þo hise mayster it him bad,
He was of him sore adrad;
Þerto he stirte sone anon,
And kipte up þat heui ston,