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A LYTELL GESTE OF KOBYN HODE.
For to smyte no good yeman, For doute I sholde hym greve."
" Smyte on boldely," sayd Eobyn,
" I give the large leve:" Anone our kynge, with that worde,
He folde up his sieve,
And sych a buffet he gave Eobyn, To grounde he yede full nere.
" I make myn avowe to god," sayd Eobyn, " Thou arte a stalworthe frere.
" There is pith in thyn arme," sayd Eobyn, " I trowe thou canst well shote;"
Thus our kynge and Eobyn Hode Togeder than they met.
Eobyn behelde our comly kynge
Wystly in the face, So dyde syr Eicharde at the Le,
And kneled downe in that place ;
And so dyde all the wylde outlawes,
Whan they se them knele: " My lorde the kynge of Englonde,
Now I knowe you well.
" Mercy," then Eobyn sayd to our kynge, Under his trystyll tre, |
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