_Boy._ A hundred boys that stode to-gether, Where they herde one say in a cry 1025 That my godfather, god almighty, Was come from heven, by his owne accorde, This nyght to suppe here wyth my lorde,[208] And farther he sayde, come whos[o][209] wull, They shall sure have theyr bellyes full 1030 Of all wethers who lyste to crave, Eche sorte suche wether as they lyste to have. And when my felowes thought this wolde be had, And saw me so prety a pratelynge lad, Uppon agrement, wyth a great noys, 1035 "Sende lyttell Dycke," cryed al the boys. By whose assent I am purveyd[210] To sew for the wether afore seyd. Wherin I pray you to be good, as thus, To helpe that god may geve yt us. 1040 _Mery-reporte._ Gyve boyes wether, quoth a! nonny,[211] nonny! _Boy._ Yf god of his wether wyll gyve nonny, I pray you, wyll he sell ony? Or lend us a bushell of snow, or twayne, And poynt us a day to pay hym agayne? 1045 _Mery-reporte._ I can not tell, for, by thys light, D iii _b_ I chept[212] not, nor borowed, none of hym this night. But by suche shyfte as I wyll make Thou shalte se soone what waye he wyll take. _Boy._ Syr, I thanke you. Then I may departe. 1050 _The_ BOY _goth forth_.