Of hise, in arke or in kiste,
Þat he mouthe in seckes þriste.
“The thieves wanted to steal all he had.
“Louerd, he haueden al awey born
His þing, and him-self alto-torn,
But als god self barw him wel,
Þat he ne tinte no catel.
Hwo mithe so mani stonde ageyn,
Bi nither-tale, knith or swein?
He weren bi tale sixti and ten,