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Of Robin Bartlet fallyng into the handes of Theues.
Bartlet a pleasaunt sconse, whose mirtheall men did muche delight:
Ridyng towards London on a tyme,
amongest Theues did light.
When thei had robde hym of his coine,
quoth one (among the reste)
My maisters let vs cutte his throte,
for feare we be expreste.
Then Bartlet aunswered pleasauntly,
(naie doe not serue me so)
My maisters if you cutte my throte,
how shall my drinke doune go.
At this the Theues gan laugh apace,
and from hym went their waie:
So sillie Bartlet saude his life,
although his purse did paie.
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