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46 A LTTELL GESTE OF EOBYN HODE.
A good maner than had Robyn,
In londe where that he were, 30
Every daye or he woulde dyne
Thre messes wolde he here:
The one in the worshyp of the fader,
The other of the holy goost, The thyrde was of our dere lady, 35
That he loved of all other moste.
Eobyn loved our dere lady;
For doute of dedely synne, "Wolde he never do company harme
That ony woman was ynne. 40
" Mayster," than sayd Lytell Johan, " And we our borde shall sprede,
Tell us whether we shall gone, And what lyfe we shall lede;
" Where we shall take, where we shall leve, «
Where we shall abide behynde, Where we shall robbe, where we shall reve,
Where we shall bete and bynde."
" Therof no fors," said Robyn,
•' We shall do well ynough ; so
But loke ye do no housbonde harme
That tylleth with his plough ; |
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