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A LYTELL GESTE OF ROBYN HODE.
" How much is in yonder other cofer ? Robyn,
" The soth must we see :" " By our lady," than sayd the monke,
" That were no curteysye,
" To bydde a man to dyner, And syth hym bete and bynde."
" It is our olde maner," sayd Robyn, " To leve but lytell behynde."
The monke toke the hors with spore,
No lenger wolde he abyde: 41 Aske to drynke," than sayd Robyn,
" Or that ye forther ryde."
" Nay, for god," than sayd the monke, " Me reweth I cam so nere;
For better chepe I myght have dyned In Blythe or in Dankestere."
" Grete well your abbot," sayd Robyn, " And your pryour, I you pray,
And byd hym send me such a monke To dyner every day."
Now lete we that monke be styll, And speke we of that knyght:
Yet he came to holde his day, Whyle that it was lyght.
205, corser, W. courser, C. |
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