human
Whose men are these, said the fryer,
gpt
That come so hastily? 110
human
These men are mine, said Robin Hood;
gpt
Fryer, what is that to thee?
human
A boone, a boone, said the curtall fryer,
gpt
The like I gave to thee; Give me leave to set my fist to my mouth, 115 And to whute whues three.
human
That will I doe, said Robin Hood,
gpt
Or else I were to blame; Three whues in a fryers fist Would make me glad and faine.