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ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK. 5
Out at the durre he ran
Ful sone and anon ; so
Alle the zatis of Notyngham
He made to be sparred euerychone.
" Rise vp," he seid, " thou prowde schereff,
Buske the and make the bowne; I haue spyed the kynges felone, 85
For sothe he is in this towne.
" I haue spyed the false felone,
As he stondes at his masse ; Hit is longe of the," seide the munke,
" And euer he fro vs passe. oo
" This traytur[s] name is Robyn Hode;
Vnder the grene wode lynde, He robbyt me onys of a C pound,
Hit shalle neuer out of my mynde."
Vp then rose this prowd schereff, 93
And zade towarde hym zare ; Many was the modur son
To the kyrk with him can fare.
In at the durres thei throly thrast
With staves ful gode ilkone, wd
" Alas, alas," seid Robin Hode,
" Now mysse I Litulle Johne."
93. See the Fourth Fit of the Lyltetl Gesle. 100. MS. gode wone. |
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