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6 ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK.
But Robyne toke out a too-hond sworde
That hangit down be his kne; Ther as the schereffand his men stode thyck-ust, HU
Thidurward wold he.
Thryes thorow at them he ran,
Then for sothe as I yow say, And woundyt many a modur sone,
And xii he slew that day. 119
Hys sworde vpon the schireff hed
Sertanly he brake in too; " The smyth that the made," seid Robyn,
"I pray God wyrke hym woo.
" For now am I weppynlesse," seid Robyne, 115
" Alasse, agayn my wylle ; But if I may fie these traytors fro,
I wot thei wil me kylle."
Robyns men to the churche ran
Throout hem euerilkon ; 120
Sum fel in swonyng as thei were dede,
And lay still as any stone. |
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Non of theym were in her mynde But only Litulle Jon. |
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