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56 A LYTELL GESTE OP ROBYN HODE.
Wenest thou I wyll have god to borowe, Peter, Poule, or Johan ?
" Nay, by hym that me made,
And shope both sonne and mone;
Fynde a better borowe," sayd Robyn, =»»
" Or mony getest thou none."
"I have none other," sayd the knyght,
" The sothe for to say, But yf it be our dere lady,
She fayled me never or this day." a*>
" By dere worthy god," sayd Robyn, " To seche all England thoro we,
Yet founde I never to my pay A moch better borowe.
" Come now forthe, Lytell Johan, xs
And goo to my tresoure, And brynge me foure hondred pounde,
And loke that it well tolde be."
Forthe then wente Lytell Johan,
And Scathelocke went before, so
He tolde out foure houndred pounde,
By eyghtene score.
272.1, e. by so many score to the hundred. It is certainly a very hyperbolical expression, but he measures the cloth in the same way.—Kitson.