human
Potter, thow art a man; Thow art worthey to ber a bowe, Yn what plas that thow gang.
gpt
Yn mey cart y haffe a bowe, 215 Forsoyt, he seyde,
human
Knowest thow Robyn Hode? seyde the screffe,
gpt
Potter, y prey the tell thou me; 220
human
A hundred torne y haffe schot with hem, Under hes tortyll tree.
gpt
Y had lever nar a hundred ponde, seyde the screffe, And swar be the trenitè, [
human
Y had lever nar a hundred ponde,
gpt
And ye well do afftyr mey red, seyde the potter,
human
And boldeley go with me, And to morow, or we het bred, Roben Hode wel we se.
gpt
Y well queyt the,