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54 A LTTELL GESTE OF EOBTN HODE.
" I had a sone, for soth, Robyn, 201
That sholde have ben my eyre, When he was twenty wynter olde,
In felde wolde juste full feyre.
" He slewe a knyght of Lancastshyre,
And a squyre bolde; at
For to save hym in his ryght, My goodes beth sette and solde.
"My londes beth set to wedde, Robyn,
Untyll a certayne daye, To a ryche abbot here besyde, 215
Of Saynt Mary abbay."
" What is the somme ? " sayd Robyn,
"Trouthe than tell thou me ;" " Syr," he sayd, " foure hondred pounde,
The abbot tolde it to me." 230
" Now, and thou lese thy londe," sayd Robyn, . " What shall fall of the ? " " Hastely I wyll me buske," sayd the knyght, " Over the salte see,
" And se where Cryst was quycke and deed 22s
On the mounte of Caluare : Fare well, frende, and have good daye,
It may noo better be."
209, lancasesshyre, R. 228, not \V. C. |
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