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A LTTELL GESTE OP KOBTN HODE.
" But take not a grefe, I have be so longe;
I came by a wrastelynge, And there I dyd holpe a pore yeman,
With wronge was put behynde."
" Nay, for god," sayd Robyn, " Syr knyght, that thanke I the ;
What man that helpeth a good yeman, His frende than wyll I be."
" Have here foure hondred pounde," than the knyght,
" The whiche ye lent to me ; And here is also twenty marke
For your curteysy."
" Nay, for god," than sayd Robyn,
" Thou broke it well for ay; For our lady, by her selerer,
Hath sent to me my pay.
" And yf I toke it twyse,
A shame it were to me: But trewely, gentyll knyght,
Welcom arte thou to me."
Whan Robyn had tolde his tale, He leugh and had good chere:
253. But take not a grefe, sayd the knyght,
That I have be so longe. 0. CC. 869. I twyse, W.