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62 A LYTELL GESTE OF ROBTN HODE.
" Now put on your symple wedes That ye brought fro the see."
[They put on their symple wedes,] cs
And came to the gates anone ; The porter was redy hymselfe,
And welcomed them everychone.
" Welcome, syr knyght," sayd the porter, " My lorde to mete is he, '»
And so is many a gentyll man, For the love of the."
The porter swore a full grete othe,
" By god that made me, Here be the best coresed hors, 75
That ever yet sawe I me.
" Lede them into the stable," he sayd,
" That eased might they be: " " They shall cot come therin," sayd the knyght,
" By god that dyed on a tre." so
Lordes were to mete isette
In that abbotes hall; The knyght went forth and kneled downe,
And salued them grete and small.
" Do gladly, syr abbot," sayd the knyght, as " I am come to holde my day :" |
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