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ROBIN HOOD AND THE POTTER. 27
The best bow that the yeman browthe ws
Eoben set on a stryng.
" Now schall y wet and thow be god,
And polle het op to they ner;" " So god me helpe," seyde the prowde potter,
" Thys ys bot rygzt weke ger." 2»
To a quequer Eoben went,
A god bolt owthe he toke ; So ney on to the marke he went,
He fayled not a fothe.
All they schot abowthe agen, «k
The screffes men and he ; Off the marke he welde not fayle,
He eleffed the preke on thre.
The screffes men thowt gret schame,
The potter the mastry wan ; 210
The screffe lowe and made god game, And seyde, " Potter, thow art a man ;
Thow art worthey to ber a bowe, Yn what plas that thow gang."
"Yn mey cart y haffe a bowe, 21-5
Forsoyt," he seyde, " and that a godde ;
Yn mey cart ys the bow
That I had of Robyn Hode."
MS. 214, goe. 218, Robyng gaffe me. |
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