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92 A LYTELL GESTE OP EOBTN HODK.
" By my trouthe," then sayd the knyght. srs " Your money is redy here."
" Broke it well," sayd Robyn,
" Thou gentyll knyght so fre; And welcome be thou, gentill knyght,
Under my trystell tree. ao
"But what shall these bowes do ?" sayd Robyn, " And these arowes ifedered fre ? "
" By god," than sayd the knyght, " A pore present to the." ,
" Come now forth, Lytell Johan, as
And go to my treasure, And brynge me there foure hondred pounde,
The monke over-tolde it me.
" Have here foure hondred pounde,
Thou gentyll knyght and trewe, 290
And bye hors and harnes good, And gylte thy spores all newe.
" And yf thou fayle ony spendynge,
Com to Bobyn Hode, And by my trouth thou shalt none fayle, 294
The whyles I have any good.
" And broke well thy four hundred pound, Whiche I lent to the,
280, thi trusty, C. |
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