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A LYTELL GESTE OF ROBYN HODE. 55
Teeres fell out of his eyen two,
He wolde haue gone his waye: 230
" Farewell, frendes, and have good day,
I ne have more to pay."
" Where be thy friendes ? " sayd Eobyn:
" Syr, never one wyll me know ; Whyle I was ryche inow at home, *>s
Grete bost then wolde they blowe.
"And now they renne awaye fro me,
As bestes on a rowe ; They take no more heed of me
Then they me never sawe." aw
For ruthe then wepte Lytell Johan,
Scathelocke and Much in fer.e: " Fyll of the best wyne," sayd Robyn,
" For here is a symple chere.
" Hast thou ony frendes," sayd Robyn, *s
" Thy borowes that wyll be ? " " I have none," then sayd the knyght,
" But god that dyed on a tree."
" Do waye thy japes," sayd Robyn,
" Therof will I right none ; 250
233, by W. C. 234. So E. knowe me. \V. C. The fragment of de Worde's older ed. ends with v. 239. 242, also, PCC. for 1 in fere.' 243. Wyme, PCC. |
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