Not I master, for twenty pound redy tolde. 135 For there is not among us al one That dare medle with that potter, man for man. I felt his handes not long agone, But I had lever have ben here by the; Therfore I knowe what he is. 140 Mete him when ye wil, or mete him whan ye shal, He is as propre a man as ever you medle[d] withal. ROBYN HODE I will lai with the, Litel John, twenti pound so read, If I wyth that potter mete, I wil make him pay passage, maugre his head. 145 LYTTEL JOHN I consente therto, so eate I bread; If he pay passage, maugre his head, Twenti pound shall ye have of me for your mede. THE POTTERS BOY JACKE Out alas, that ever I sawe this daye! For I am clene out of my waye 150 From Notyngham towne; If I hye me not the faster, Or I come there the market wel be done. ROBYN HODE Let me se, are the pottes hole and sounde? JACKE Yea, meister, but they will not breake the ground. 155 ROBYN HODE I wil them breke, for the cuckold thi maisters sake; And if they will breake the grounde, Thou shalt have thre pence for a pound. JACKE Out alas! what have ye done? If my maister come, he will breke your crown. 160 THE POTTER Why, thou horeson, art thou here yet? Thou shouldest have bene at market. JACKE I met with Robin Hode, a good yeman; He hath broken my pottes, And called you kuckolde by your name. 165 THE POTTER Thou mayst be a gentylman, so God me save, But thou semest a noughty knave. Thou callest me cuckolde by my name, And I swere by God and Saynt John, Wyfe had I never none: 170 This cannot I denye. But if thou be a good felowe, I wil sel mi horse, mi harneis, pottes and paniers to, Thou shalt have the one halfe, and I will have the other. If thou be not so content, 175 Thou shalt have stripes, if thou were my brother. ROBYN HODE Harke, potter, what I shall say: This seven yere and more thou hast used this way, Yet were thou never so curteous to me As one penny passage to paye. 180 THE POTTER Why should I pay passage to thee? ROBYN HODE For I am Robyn Hode, chiefe gouernoure Under the grene-woode tree. THE POTTER This seven yere have I used this way up and downe, Yet payed I passage to no man, 185 Nor now I wyl not beginne, to do the worst thou can.