human
Whether be ye away? sayd Robyn.
gpt
Syr, to maners in this londe, Too reken with our reves, That have done moch wronge.
human
Come now forth, Lytell Johan, And harken to my tale; A better yemen I knowe none, To seke a monkes male.
gpt
To bydde a man to dyner, And syth hym bete and bynde. 210
human
It is our olde maner, sayd Robyn,
gpt
To leve but lytell behynde.
human
Aske to drynke, than sayd Robyn, 215
gpt
Or that ye forther ryde.
human
Nay, for god, than sayd the monke,
gpt
Me reweth I cam so nere; For better chepe I myght have dyned In Blythe or in Dankestere.
human
Grete well your abbot, sayd Robyn,
gpt
And your pryour, I you pray, And byd hym send me such a monke To dyner every day.