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ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK. |
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With that Eobyn Hode lyed Litul Jone, a
And smote hym with his honde ; Litul John waxed wroth therwith,
And pulled out his bright bronde.
" Were thou not my maister," seid Litulle Johne, " Thou shuldis by hit ful sore; go
Get the a man where thou wilt, Kobyn, For thou getes me no more."
Then Eobyn goes to Notyngham,
Hymselfe mornynge allone, And Litulle Johne to mery Scherewode, '&">
The pathes he knowe alkone.
Whan Eobyn came to Notyngham,
Sertenly withoutene layne, He prayed to God and myld Mary
To brynge hym out saue agayne. w
He gos into seynt Mary chirche, And knelyd downe before the rode ;
Alle that euer were the churche within Beheld wel Eobyne Hode.
Beside hym stode a gret-hedid munke, «
I pray to God woo he be ; Ful sone he knew gode Eobyn
As sone as he hym se. |
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