The woodweele sang, and wold not cease, And it is by two wight yeomen, By deare God, that I meane. 'Me thought they did mee beate and binde, And tooke my bow mee froe; If I bee Robin a-live in this lande, I'le be wrocken on both them towe.' 'Sweavens are swift, master,' quoth John, 'As the wind that blowes ore a hill; Ffor if itt be never soe lowde this night, To-morrow it may be still.' " Buske yee, bowne yee, my merry men all, For John shall goe with mee; For I'le goe seeke yond wight yeomen In greenwood where they bee.' They cast on their gowne of greene, A shooting gone are they, Until they came to the merry greenwood, 5 ΙΟ 15 20 There were they ware of a wight yeoman, 25 His body leaned to a tree. A sword and a dagger he wore by his side, And he was cladd in his capull-hyde, Topp, and tayle, and mayne. 'Stand you still, master,' quoth Little John, 'Under this trusty tree, And I will goe to yond wight yeoman, To know his meaning trulye.' 30 'A, John, by me thou setts noe store, 'It is noe cunning a knave to ken, But often words they breeden bale, The gates he knowes eche one. 'Yett one shoote I'le shoote,' sayes Little John, 'With Crist his might and mayne; 55 I'le make yond fellow that flyes soe fast To be both glad and ffaine.' John bent up a good veiwe bow, And ffettled him to shoote; The bow was made of a tender boughe, And fell downe to his foote. 'Woe worth thee, wicked wood,' sayd Little John, 'That ere thou grew on a tree! 60 65 70 For this day thou art my bale, This shoote it was but looselye shott, And it mett one of the sheriffes men ; It had beene better for William a Trent Then for to lye in the greenwoode, There slaine with an arrowe. And it is sayd, when men be mett, And bound him ffast too a tree. 'Thou shalt be drawen by dale and downe,' Quothe the sheriffe, 'And hanged hye on a hill:' 'But thou may ffayle,' quoth Little John, 'If itt be Christ's owne will.' Let us leave talking of Little John, And talke of Guy and Robin Hood In the greenwoode where they bee. How these two yeomen together they mett, To see what marchandise they made Even at that same time. 'Good morrow, good fellow,' quoth Sir Guy; 'I am wilfull of my way,' quote Sir Guye, And of my morning tyde:' 'I'le lead thee through the wood,' quoth Robin, 'Good ffellow, I'le be thy guide.' 'I seeke an outlaw,' quoth Sir Guye, 'Men call him Robin Hood; I had rather meet with him upon a day Then forty pound of golde.' 'If you tow mett, itt wold be seene whether were bette 'Let us some other masteryes make, And wee will walke in the woods even; Wee may chance meet with Robin Hoode Att some unsett steven.' They cut them downe the summer shroggs Which grew both under a bryar, And sett them three score rood in twinn, To shoote the prickes full neare. 'Leade on, good ffellow,' sayd Sir Guye, 1 I I The first good shoot that Robin ledd, 12 Guy was an archer good enoughe, But he cold neere shoote soe. The second shoote Sir Guy shott, 12 But Robin Hoode shott it better than hee, 'God's blessing on thy heart!' sayes Guye, 'Goode ffellow, thy shooting is goode; For an thy hart be as good as thy hands, Thou wert better than Robin Hood. 'Tell me thy name, good ffellow,' quoth Guy, Under the leaves of the lyne :' 'Nay, by my faith,' quoth good Robin, 'Till thou have told me thine.' 'I dwell by dale and downe,' quoth Guye, 'And I have done many a curst turne; And he that calles me by my right name, Calls me Guye of good Gysborne.' 'My dwelling is in the wood,' sayes Robin; 'By thee I set right nought; 140 My name is Robin Hood of Barnesdale, And Guy was quicke and nimble with-all, And hitt him ore the left side. 155 135 130 |