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KING JOHN AND THE
' 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 appeare Yore our Father 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.
' And first, when thou seest me here in this stead, With my crown of golde so fair on my head, Among all my liege-men so noble of birthe, Tell me to one penny what I am worthe.'
' For thirty pence our Saviour was sold Amonge the false Jewes, as I have bin told ; And twenty-nine is the worthe of thee, For I thinke thou art one penny worser than hee.'
The King he laughed, and swore by St. Bittel, ' I did not thinke I had been worthe so littel ! Now secondly tell me, without any doubt, How soone I may ride this whole world about.' 35'