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KOBIN HOOD AND THE PEDDLERS. 245
" This is my mannor and this is my parke,
I would have ye for to knowe ; Ye are bolde outlawes, I see by cause
Ye are so prest to goe. «
The peddlers three turned round to see,
Who it might be they herd; Then again went on as they list to be gone,
And never answered word.
Then tooke Robin Hood an arrow so good, «
Which he did never lacke, And drewe his bowe, and the swift arrowe
Went through the last peddlers packe.
For him it was well on the packe it fell,
Or his life had found an end; »
And it pierct the skin of his backe within, Though the packe did stand his friend.
Then downe they flung their packes each one,
And stayde till Robin came. Quod Robin, " I saide ye had better stayde ; 55
Good sooth, ye were to blame."
" And who art thou ? by S. Crispin, I vowe,
He quickly cracke thy head !" Cried Robin, " Come on, all three, or one;
It is not so soone done as said. «o |
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