31 When Roben cam to Notynggam, The soyt yef y scholde saye, He set op hes hors anon, And gaffe hem hotys and haye. 32 Yn the medys of the towne, Ther_e_ he schowed hes war_e_; ‘Pott_y_s! pott_y_s!’ he gan crey foll sone, ‘Haffe hansell ffor the mar_e_!’ 33 Ffoll effen agenest the screffeys gate Schowed he hes chaffar_e_; Weyffes and wedowes abowt hem drow, And chepyd ffast of hes war_e_. 34 Yet, ‘Pottys, gret chepe!’ creyed Robyn, ‘Y loffe yeffell thes to stonde;’ And all that say hem sell Seyde he had be no potter long. 35 The pottys that wer_e_ werthe pens ffeyffe, He solde tham ffor pens thre; Preveley seyde man and weyffe, ‘Ywnder potter schall neu_er_ the.’ 36 Thos Roben solde ffoll ffast, Tell he had pottys bot ffeyffe; Op he hem toke of hes car_e_, And sende hem to the screffeys weyffe. 37 Ther_e_of sche was ffoll ffayne, ‘Gereamarsey, _ser_,’ than seyde sche; ‘When ye com to thes contre ayen, Y schall bey of the[y] pottys, so mot y the.’ 38 ‘Ye schall haffe of the best,’ seyde Roben, And swar_e_ be the Treneytë; Ffoll corteysley [sc]he gan hem call, ‘Com deyne w_i_t_h_ the screfe and me.’ 39 ‘God amarsey,’ seyde Roben, ‘Yowr_e_ bedyng schall be doyn;’ A mayden yn the pottys gan ber_e_, Roben and þe screffe weyffe ffolowed anon. 40 Whan Roben yn to the hall cam, The screffë sone he met; The pott_er_ cowed of corteysey, And sone the screffe he gret. 41 ‘Lo, ser, what thes pott_er_ hayt geffe yow and me; Ffeyffe pottys smalle and grete!’ ‘He ys ffoll wellcom,’ seyd the screffe; ‘Let os was, and go to mete.’ 42 As they sat at her methe, W_i_t_h_ a nobell cher_e_, To of the screffes men gan speke Off a gret wager; 43 Off a schotyng, was god and ffeyne, Was made the thother daye, Off forty shillings, the soyt to saye, Who scholde thes wager wen. 44 Styll than sat thes prowde potter, Thos than thowt he; As y am a trow cerstyn man, Thes schotyng well y se. 45 Whan they had ffared of the best, W_i_t_h_ bred and ale and weyne, To the bottys the made them prest, W_i_t_h_ bowes and boltys ffoll ffeyne. 46 The screffes men schot ffoll ffast, As archares þ_a_t weren godde; Ther_e_ cam non ner ney the marke Bey halffe a god archares bowe. 47 Stell then stod the prowde pott_er_, Thos than seyde he; And y had a bow, be the rode, On schot scholde yow se. 48 ‘Thow schall haffe a bow,’ seyde the screffe, ‘The best þ_a_t thow well cheys of thre; Thou semyst a stalward and a stronge, Asay schall thow be.’ 49 The screffe com_m_andyd a yeman þ_a_t stod hem bey Afft_er_ bowhes to weynde; The best bow þ_a_t the yeman browthe Roben set on a stryng.