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168 ROBIN HOOD AND GUT OF GI5BORNE.
" Yonder I heare sir Guyes home blowe,
Itt blowes sbe well in tyde, And yonder comes that wight yeoman, 105
Cladd in his capull hyde.
" Come hyther, come hyther, thou good sir Guy,
Aske what thou wilt of mee : " "01 will none of thy gold," sayd Robin,
". Nor I will none of thy fee. 200
" But now I have slaine the master," he sayes,
" Let me goe strike the knave; This is all the rewarde I aske,
Nor noe other will I- have."
" Thou art a madman," said the sheriffe, *w " Thou sholdest have had a knights fee;
But seeing thy asking hath beene soe bad, Well granted it shale be."
When Litle John heard his master speake, Well knewe he it was his steven ; 210
" Now shall I be looset," quoth Litle John, " With Christ his might in heaven."
Fast Bobin hee hyed him to Little John,
He thought to loose him belive : The sheriffe and all his companye as
Fast after him did drive. 195, wightye. |
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