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ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK. 7
" Let be your dule," seid Litulle Jon, 125
" For his luf that dyed on tre; Ze that shulde be duzty men,
Hit is gret shame to se.
" Oure maister has bene hard bystodc,
And zet scapyd away; ia>
Pluk up your hertes and leve this mone, And herkyn what I shal say.
" He has seruyd our lady many a day.
And zet wil securly; Therefore I trust in her specialy iks
No wycked deth shal he dye.
" Therfor be glad," seid Litul Johne,
" And let this mournyng be, And I shall be the munkes gyde,
With the myght of mylde Mary. i«
" And I mete hym," seid Litull Johne, " We wille go but we too |
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" Loke that ze kepe wel our tristil tre
Vnder the levys smale, And spare non of this venyson i«
That gose in thys vale."
125. MS. rule. . |
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