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28 EOBIN HOOD AND THE POTTER.
"Knowest thow Robyn Hode?" seyde the screffe,
" Potter, y prey the tell thou me;" 220
" A hundred torne y haffe schot with hem,
Under hes tortyll tree."
'* Y had lever nar a hundred ponde," seyde the screffe, And swar be the trenite, ["Y had lever nar a hundred ponde," he seyde,] 225
That the fals owtelawe stod be me.
"And ye well do afftyr mey red," seyde the potter,
"And boldeley go with me, And to morow, or we het bred,
Eoben Hode wel we se." 230
" Y well queyt the," kod the screffe,
And swer be god of meythe ; Schetyng thay left, and horn they went,
Her scoper was redey deythe.
Upon the morow, when het was day, 2a?
He boskyd hem forthe to reyde ; The potter hes carte forthe gan ray,
And wolde not [be] leffe beheynde. |
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