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A LITTLE GESTE OF
CCXL
' I make mine avow to God,
Monk, thou art to blame ; For God is held a righteous Man,
And so is eke his Dame.
CCXLI
' Thou toldest with thine owne tongue,
Thou mayst not saye naye, How thou art her servant,
And servest her every day.
CCXLII
' And thou art made her messenger,
My money for to pay ; Therefore I can thee more thank
Thou art come at thy day.
CCXLIII
' What is in your coffers V said Robin,
' Truthe tell thou me.'— ' Sir,' he saide, ' twenty mark,
All so mote I the.'
CCXLIV
' If there be no more,' said Robin,
' I will not one penny ; If thou hast myster of any more,
More I shall lend to thee.
CCXLV
' And if I find more,' said Rcbin,
' I-wis thou shalt it forgone : For of thy spending-silver, Monk,
Thereof will I right none.
Dame] Mother. mark] 13J. 4^. myster] need.
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