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98 A LTTELL GESTE OF ROBTN HODE.
Up he toke him on his backe,
And bare hym well a myle ; uo
Many a tyme he layd hym downe,
And shot another whyle.
Then was there a fayre castell,
A lytell within the wode, Double-dyched it was about, us
And walled, by the rode.
And there dwelled that gentyll knyght,
Syr Richard at the Lee, That Eobyn had lent his good,
Under the grene wode tree. 120
In he toke good Robyn,
And all his company ; " Welcome be thou, Robyn Hode,
Welcome arte thou me ;
"And moche [I] thanke the of thy comfort, 133
And of thy curteysye, And of thy grete kyndenesse,
Under the grene wode tre.
"I love no man in all this'world e
So much as I do the ; 130
For all the proud sheryf of Notyngham,
Ryght here shalt thou be. |
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