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ABBOT OP CANTERBURY. , 9
" Nay frowne not, if it hath bin told unto mee, as I am like your lordship, as ever may bee; And if you will but lend me your gowne, There is none shall knowe us at fair London towne."
" Now horses and serving-men thou shalt have, With sumptuous array most gallant and brave, ?<> With crozier, and miter, and rochet, and cope, Fit to appear 'fore our fader the pope."
" Now, welcome, sire abbot," the king he did say, " Tis well thou'rt come back to keepe thy day: For and if thou canst answer my questions three, Thy life and thy living both saved shall bee. re
" And first, when thou seest me here in this stead, With my crowne of golde so fair on my head, Among all my liege-men so noble of birthe, Tell me to one penny what I am worth." so
" For thirty pence our Saviour was sold Among the false Jewes, as I have bin told : And twenty-nine is the worth of thee, For I thinke thou art one penny worser than hee."
The king he laughed, and swore by St. Bittel, «s " I did not think I had been worth so littel!
85. Meaning probably St. Botolph.