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48 A LYTELX GESTE OF EOBYN HODE.
And wayte after some unketh gest, Up-chaunce ye mowe them mete.
" Be he erle or ony baron,
Abbot or ony knyght, Brynge hym to lodge to me,
Hys dyner shall be dyght."
They wente unto the Sayles,
These yemen all thre, They loked est, they loked west,
They myght no man see.
But as they loked in Barnysdale,
By a derne strete, Then came there a knyght rydynge,
Full sone they gan hym mete.
All dreri then was his semblaunte,
And lytell was hys pryde, Hys one fote in the sterope stode,
That other waved besyde.
Hys hode hangynge over hys eyen two.
He rode in symple aray; A soryer man than he was one
Rode never in somers-day.
Lytell Johan was curteyse, And set hym on his kne: 85. all his. PCC. |
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