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426 THE PLATE OP EOBTN HODE.
If I wyth that potter mete,
I wil make him pay passage, maugre his head.
I consente therto, so eate I bread,
If he pay passage maugre his head,
Twenti pound shall ye have of me for your mede.
THE POTTERS EOT JACKE.
Out alas, that ever I sawe this daye ! i»
For I am clene out of my waye
From Notyngham towne;
If I hye me not the faster,
Or I come there the market wel be done.
Let me se, are thy pottes hole and sounde ?
Yea, meister, but they will not breake the ground.
I wil them breke, for the cuckold thi maisters sake; And if they will breake the grounde, Thou shalt have thre pence for a pound.
Out alas! what have ye done ? wo
If my maister come, he will breke your crown.
Why, thou horeson, art thou here yet ? Thou shouldest have bene at market.
I met with Robin Hode, a good yeman,
He hath broken my pottes,
And called you kuckolde by your name.
Thou mayst be a gentylman, so god me save, 154, maryet, C. 165, the, C. 158, not breake, in C.