POTTER

Thou mayest be a gentleman so God me save, but thou seemest a naughty knave: Thou callest me a cuckold by my name. And I swear by God and saint John. Wife had I never none this cannot I deny But if thou be a good fellow I will fell my horse harness, pots & paniers too thou shalt have the one half and I the other if thou be not so content thou shalt have stripes if thou were my brother. Why should I pay passage to thee, This seven year I used this way up and down yet paid I passage to no man, Nor now I will not begin do the worst y u can. If thou be a good fellow as men do thee call, say away thy bow And take thy sword and buckler in thy hand and see what shall befall. Why thou whoreson art thou here yet thou shouldst have been at market.