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ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK. |
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The kyng red the letturs anon,
And seid, " so mot I the, Ther was neuer zoman in mery Inglond 220
I longut so sore to see.
" Wher is the munke that these shuld haue browzt ? "
Oure kynge gan say; " Be my trouthe," seid Litull Jone,
" He dyed aftur the way." 22s
The kyng gaf Moche and Litul Jon
xx pound in sertan, And made theim zemen of the crowne, ,
And bade theim go agayn.
He gaf Johne the seel in hand, 230
The scheref for to bere, To brynge Robyn hym to,
And no man do hym dere.
Johne toke his leve at oure kyng,
The sothe as I yow say; ara
The next way to Notyngham
To take he zede the way.
"When Johne came to Notyngham
The zatis were sparred ychone ; Johne callid vp the porter, 240
He answerid sone anon. |
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