"Sire, I releesse thee thy thousand pound..."
"Sire, I releesse thee thy thousand pound, As thou right now were cropen out of the ground, Ne nevere er now ne haddest knowen me. For sire, I wol nat taken a peny of thee For al my craft, ne noght for my travaille. Thou hast ypayed wel for my vitaille; It is ynogh, and farewel, have good day!" (p. 171)