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THE PLATE OF ROBTN HODE. |
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That to that frere wyll go,
And bryng bym to me forth withall,
Whether he wyll or no ?
LYTELL JOHN.
Yes, mayster, I make god a vowe,
To that frere wyll I go,
And bring him to you, a>
Whether he wyl or no.
FRTEE TUCKE.
Deus hie, deus Mc, god be here ! Is not this a holy worde for a frere ? God save all this company ! But am not I a jolly fryer ? For I can shote both farre and nere, And handle the sworde and buckler, And this quarter-staffe also. If I mete with a gentylman or yeman, I am not afrayde to loke hym upon, ao
Nor boldly with him to carpe; If he speake any wordes to me, He shall have strypes two or thre, That shal make his body smarte. But, maisters, to shew you the matter, Wherfore and why I am come hither, In fayth I wyl not spare. I am come to seke a good yeman, In Bernisdale men sai is his habitacion, His name is Robyn Hode. •»
And if that he be better man than I, His servaunt wyll I be, and serve him truely ; But if that I be better man than he, By my truth my knave shall he be, And leade these dogges all three. 35, maijfer, C. |
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