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But thou mayft fayle of thy purpose, quoth John,
If it be Christ his will.
Lett us leave talking of little John,
And thinke of Robin Hood,
Where under the leaves he stood.
Good morrowe, good fellowe, fayd Robin fo fayre,
“ Good morrowe, good fellow, quo' he:" Methinkes by this bowe thou beares in thy hande 95
A good archere thou sholdft bee.
I am wilfulle of my waye, quo' the yeman,
And of my morning tyde.
Good fellow, Ile be thy guide.
I seeke an outlàwe, the ftraunger fayd,
Men call him Robin Hood;
Than fortye pound foe good.
Now come with me, thou wighty yeman,
And Robin thou soone shalt see: But first let us some pastime find
Under the greenwood tree.
First let us fome masterye make
Among the woods so even,
Here at some unsett steven.
They cutt them down two summer shroggs,
That grew both under a breere,
To shoote the prickes y-fere.
Leade on, good fellowe, quoth Robin Hood,
Leade on, I do bidd thee.
My leader thou shalt bee.
The first time Robin shot at the pricke,
He mift but an inch it fro:
But he cold never do soe.
The second shoote had the wightye yeman,
He shot within the garland :
For he clave the good pricke wande.
A blefling upon thy heart, he fayd;
Good fellowe, thy shooting is goode; For an thy hart be as good as thy hand,
Thou wert better than Robin Hoode,
Now tell me thy name, good fellowe, fayd he,
Under the leaves of lyne.
Till thou have told me thine.
I dwell by dale and downe, quoth hee,
And Robin to take Ime sworne;
I am Guy of good Gisborne.
My dwelling is in this wood, sayes Robin,
By thee I set right nought:
Whom thou so long haft fought.
He that had neyther beene kithe nor kin,
Might have seen a full fayre sight,
With blades both browne * and bright.
* The common epithet for a sword or other offensive weapon, in the old metrical romances, is Brown. As " brown brand,” or “ breton “sword: brown bill,” &c. and sometimes even “ bright brown fuord." Chaucer applies the word RUSTIE in the same sense; ibus be describes be REVE: “ Und by his side he bare A 'rustie vlade."
Pral. ver. 620. And even thus the God MARS : « And in his hand he had a rousty sword,”
Teft. of Crillid, 188. Spencer kas sometimes used the same epitbet: See Warton's Cbsei v. adl. 2. p. 62. It should fiem from this particularity that our ancefiors aid mot pique themselves upon keeping their weapons bright: perhaps try deemed it more bonourable to carry them fiained zeiibike bloed of thir enemies.
To see how these yeomen together they fought
150 Yett neither Robin Hood nor fir Guy
Them fettled to Hye away.
Robin was reachles on a roote,
And stumbled at that tyde ;
And hitt him upon the fyde.
Ah deere Ladye, fayd Robin Hood tho,
That art but mother and may',
To dye before his day.
Robin thought on our ladye deere,
And foone leapt up againe,
And he fir Guy hath flayne.
He took fir Guys head by the hayre,
And stuck it upon his bowes end : Thou hast beene a traytor all thy life,
Which thing must have an end.
Robin pelled forth an Irish knife,
And nicked fir Guy in the face, That he was never on woman born,
Cold know whose head it was.
Ver. 163. awkwarde. MS.
Sayes, Lye there, lye there, now fir Guye,
And with me be not wrothe; Iff thou have had the worst strokes at my hand, 175
Thou shalt have the better clothe.
Robin did off his gowne of greene,
And on fir Guy did throwe, And hee put on that capull hyde,
That cladd him topp to toe.
Thy bowe, thy arrowes, and litle horne,
; For I will away to Barnèsdale,
To see how my men doe fare.
Robin Hood sett Guyes horne to his mouth,
And a loud blast in it did blow.
As he leaned under a lowc.
Hearken, hearken, fayd the sheriffe,
I heare nowe tydings good,
And he hath saine Robin Hoode,
Yonder I heare fir Guyes horne blowe,
Itt blowes foe well in tyde,
Cladd in his capull hyde.