12 He had not beene in Edenborrow Not three qwarters of a yeere, But some did giue him, and some said nay, And some bid ‘to the deele gang yee! 13 ‘For if we shold hang any landles feer, The first we wold begin w_i_th thee.’ ‘Now welladay!’ said the heire of Linne, ‘No[w] welladay, and woe is mee! 14 ‘For now I have sold my lands soe broad, _Tha_t mery man is irke w_i_th mee; But when _tha_t I was the lo_rd_ of Linne, Then on my land I liued merrily. 15 ‘And now I have sold my land soe broade _Tha_t I haue not left me one pennye! God be w_i_th my father!’ he said, ‘On his land he liued merrily.’ 16 Still in a study there as he stood, He vnbethought him of [a] bill; He vnbethought him of [a] bill W_hi_ch his father had left w_i_th him. 17 Bade him he shold neuer on it looke Till he was in extreame neede, ‘And by my faith,’ said the heire of Linne, ‘Then now I had neuer more neede.’ 18 He tooke the bill, and looked it on, Good comfort _tha_t he found there; Itt told him of a castle wall Where there stood three chests in feare. 19 Two were full of the beaten gold, The third was full of white mony; He turned then downe his baggs of bread, And filled them full of gold soe red. 20 Then he did neuer cease nor blinne Till Iohn of the Scales house he did winne. When _tha_t he came to Iohn of the Scales, Vpp at the speere he looked then. 21 There sate three lords vpon a rowe, And Iohn o the Scales sate at the bord’s head, And Iohn o the Scales sate at the bord’s head, Because he was the lo_rd_ of Linne. 22 And then bespake the heire of Linne, To Iohn o the Scales’ wiffe thus sayd hee: Sayd, Dame, wilt thou not trust me one shott _Tha_t I may sitt downe in this company? 23 ‘Now, Christ’s curse on my head,’ shee said, ‘If I doe trust thee one pennye;’ Then be-spake a good fellowe, W_hi_ch sate by Iohn o the Scales his knee. 24 Said, Haue thou here, thou heire of Linne, Forty pence I will lend thee; Some time a good fellow thou hast beene; And other forty if neede bee. 25 Thé dru[n]ken wine _tha_t was soe cleere, And euery man thé made merry; And then bespake him Iohn o the Scales, Vnto the lo_rd_ of Linne said hee. 26 Said, How doest thou, heire of Linne, Since I did buy thy lands of thee? I will sell it to thee twenty pound better cheepe Nor euer I did buy it of thee. 27 ‘I draw you to recorde, lord[ë]s all,’ W_i_th that he cast him [a] god’s penny; Then he tooke to his baggs of bread, And they were full of the gold soe redd.