18. And ere Robin might get it again His buckler at his feet, The potter in the neck him took, To the ground soon he yede. 19. That saw Robin his men As they stood under a bough; ‘Let us help our master,’ said Little John, ‘Yonder potter else will him slo.’ 20. These yeomen went with a breyde, To their master they came. Little John to his master said ‘Who hath the wager won?’ 21. ‘Shall I have your forty shillings,’ said Little John, ‘Or ye, master, shall have mine?’ ‘If they were a hundred,’ said Robin, ‘I’ faith, they been all thine.’ 22. ‘It is full little courtesy,’ said the potter, ‘As I have heard wise men say, If a poor yeoman come driving on the way To let him of his journey.’ 23. ‘By my troth, thou says sooth,’ said Robin, ‘Thou says good yeomanry; And thou drive forth every day, Thou shalt never be let for me. 24. ‘I will pray thee, good potter, A fellowship will thou have? Give me thy clothing, and thou shalt have mine; I will go to Nottingham.’ 25. ‘I grant thereto,’ said the potter; ‘Thou shalt find me a fellow good; But thou can sell my pottës well, Come again as thou yode.’ 26. ‘Nay, by my troth,’ said Robin, ‘And then I beshrew my head, If I bring any pottës again, And any wife will them chepe.’ 27. Then spake Little John, And all his fellows hend; ‘Master, be well ware of the sheriff of Nottingham, For he is little our friend.’ 28. ‘Heyt war howt,’ said Robin; ‘Fellows, let me alone; Through the help of Our Lady, To Nottingham will I gone.’ 29. Robin went to Nottingham, These pottës for to sell; The potter abode with Robin’s men, There he fared not ill. 30. Though Robin drove on his way, So merry over the land: Here is more, and after is to say The best is behind. 31. When Robin came to Nottingham, The sooth if I should say, He set up his horse anon, And gave him oats and hay. 32. In the midst of the town, There he showed his ware; ‘Pottës, pottës,’ he gan cry full soon, ‘Have hansel for the mare!’ 33. Full often against the sheriff’s gate Showëd he his chaffare; Wives and widows about him drew And chepëd fast of his ware. 34. Yet, ‘Pottës, great chepe!’ cried Robin, ‘I love evil thus to stand.’ And all that saw him sell Said he had be no potter long. 35. The pottës that were worth pence five, He sold them for pence three; Privily said man and wife, ‘Yonder potter shall never thee.’ 36. Thus Robin sold full fast, Till he had pottës but five; Up he them took off his car And sent them to the sheriff’s wife. 37. Thereof she was full fain; ‘Gramercy, sir,’ then said she; ‘When ye come to this country again I shall buy of thy pottës, so mote I thee.’