Tho Roben droffe on hes wey, So merey ower the londe: Heres mor and affter ys to saye, The best ys beheynde. 120 MS. 6, cortessey. 12, ye. 16, lefe. MS. 17, 21, syde. 28, leffe. 36, A. MS. 56, leppyd. MS. 65, felow he. 67, a caward. 69, A. 76, seyde hels. 77, went yemen. 78, thes. MS. 90, yemerey. 97, grat. 100, yede. 109-112. These lines stand in the MS. in the order 3, 2, 1, 4. 113-116. This stanza is wrongly placed in the MS. after v. 96. It should he either in the place where it stands, or else begin the next fit. [THE SECOND FIT.] When Roben cam to Notynggam, The soyt yef y scholde saye, He set op hes horse anon, And gaffe hem hotys and haye. Yn the medys of the towne, 125 Ther he schowed hes war; "Pottys! pottys!" he gan crey foll sone, "Haffe hansell for the mar." Foll effen agenest the screffeys gate Schowed he hes chaffar; 130 Weyffes and wedowes abowt hem drow, And chepyd fast of hes war. Yet, "Pottys, gret chepe!" creyed Royn, "Y loffe yeffell thes to stonde;" And all that saw hem sell,[L135] 135 Seyde he had be no potter long. The pottys that wer werthe pens feyffe, He sold tham for pens thre; Preveley seyde man and weyffe, "Ywnder potter schall never the." 140 Thos Roben solde foll fast, Tell he had pottys bot feyffe; Op he hem toke of his ear, And sende hem to the screffeys weyffe. Therof sche was foll fayne, 145 "Gramarsey, sir," than seyde sche;[L146] "When ye com to thes contre ayen, Y schall bey of they pottys, so mot y the."[L148] "Ye schall haffe of the best," seyde Roben, And swar be the treneytè; 150 Foll corteysley she gan hem call,[L151] "Com deyne with the screfe and me." "Godamarsey," seyde Roben, "Yowr bedyng schalle be doyn; A mayden yn the pottys gan ber, 155 Roben and the screffe weyffe folowed anon. Whan Roben ynto the hall cam, The screffe sone he met; The potter cowed of corteysey, And sone the screffe he gret. 160 "Loketh what thes potter hayt geffe yow and me;[L161] Feyffe pottys smalle and grete!" "He ys fol wellcom," seyd the screffe, "Let os was, and go to mete."[L164] As they sat at her methe, 165 With a nobell cher, Two of the screffes men gan speke Off a gret wagèr, Was made the thother daye,[L169] Off a schotyng was god and feyne,[L170] 170 Off forty shillings, the soyt to saye, Who scholde thes wager wen.