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ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK. |
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Such on wolde thi selfe slon That xii dar not abyde."
" Off alle my inery men," seid Robyne, a
" Be my feithe I wil non haue ; But Litulle Johne shall beyre my bow
Til that me list to drawe. |
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" Thou shalle beyre thin own," seid Litulle Jon, " Maister, and I wil beyre myne, 40
And we wille shete a peny," seid Litulle Jon, " Vnder the grene wode lyne."
" I wil not shete a peny," seyde Robyn Hode, " In feith, Litulle Johne, with thee,
But euer for on as thou shetes," seid Robyn, « " In feith I holde the thre."
Thus shet thei forthe, these zemen too,
Bothe at buske and brome, Til Litulle Johne wan of his maister
V s. to hose and shone. m
A ferly strife fel them betwene,
As they went bi the way; Litull Johne seid he had won v shyllyngs,
And Robyn Hode seid schortly nay.
39. MS. th' now. |
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