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20 ROBIN HOOD AND THE POTTER.
" All thes thre yer, and mor, potter," he seyde,
" Thow hast hantyd thes wey, Tet wer tow never so cortys a man
One peney of pauage to pay."
" What ys they name," seyde the potter, «
" For pauage thow ask of me ? " " Eoben Hod ys mey name,
A wed schall thow leffe me."
" Wed well y non leffe," seyde the potter, " Nor pavag well y non pay; so
Awey they honde fro mey horse, Y well the tene eyls, be mey fay."
The potter to hes cart he went,
He was not to seke ; A god to-hande staffe therowt he hent, ss
Befor Roben he lepe.
Eoben howt with a swerd bent, A bokeler en hes honde [therto] ;
The potter to Roben he went,
And seyde, " Felow, let mey horse go." «
Togeder then went thes two yemen,
Het was a god seyt to se ; Therof low Robyn hes men,
Ther they stod onder a tre. MS. 56, leppyd.