Part 2 / Book 5 — 115. A Little Geste of Robin Hood and his Meiny[707]

I Lithe[708] and listen, Gentlemen, That be of free-born blood: I shall you tell of a good yeoman, His name was Robin Hood. II Robin was a proud outlaw, The while he walked on ground; So courteous an outlaw as he was one Was never none y-found. III Robin stood in Barnèsdale[709], And leaned him to a tree; And by him stood Little John, A good yeoman was he. IV And also did good Scathèlock, And Much, the miller’s son; There was none inch of his body, But it was worth a groom[710]. V Then bespake him Little John All unto Robin Hood: ‘Master, an ye would dine betimes It would do you much good.’ VI Then bespake him good Robin: ‘To dine I have no lest[711], Till that I have some bold baron, Or some uncouth[712] guest, VII ‘Till that I have some bold baron That may pay for the best, Or else some knight, or some squièr That dwelleth here by West.’ VIII A good mannèr then had Robin; In land where that he were[713], Every day ere he would dine Three masses would he hear: IX The one in worship of the Father, The other of the Holy Ghost, The third was of Our dear Lady That he loved alder-most[714]. X Robin loved our dear Lady; For doubt[715] of deadly sin Would he no company do harm That woman was therein. XI ‘Master,’ then said Little John, ‘An we our board shall spread, Tell us whither we shall go, And what life we shall lead; XII ‘Where we shall take, where we shall leave, Where we shall abide behind, Where we shall rob, where we shall reave[716], Where we shall beat and bind.’ XIII ‘Thereof no force[717],’ then said Robin; ‘We shall do well enow; But look ye do no husband[718] harm That tilleth with his plough. XIV ‘No more ye shall no good yeoman That walketh by green-wood shaw[719]; Nor yet no knight nor no squièr That will be a good fellaw. XV ‘These bishops and these archbishops, Ye shall them beat and bind; The High Sheriff of Nottingham, Him hold ye in your mind.’ XVI ‘This word shall be held,’ said Little John, ‘This lesson we shall lere[720]; It is far days[721]; God send us a guest, That we were at our dinnere.’ XVII ‘Take thy good bow,’ said Robin Hood, ‘Let Much wend with thee, And so shall William Scathèlock, And no man abide with me; XVIII ‘And walk ye up unto the Sayles[722], And so to Watling Street[723], And wait after some uncouth guest; Upchance[724] ye may them meet. XIX ‘Be he an earl, or any baron, Abbot, or any knight, Bring ye him to lodge with me; His dinner shall be dight[725].’ XX Then went they up unto the Sayles, Those yeoman allè three; They lookèd east, they lookèd west, They mightè no man see. XXI But as they looked in Barnèsdale, By a dernè[726] street[727], Then came a knight a-riding up; Full soon they gan him meet. XXII All dreary then was his semblaunt[728], And little was his pride; His one foot in the stirrup stood, The other waved beside. XXIII His hood hang’d in his eyen two; He rode in simple array; A sorrier man than he was one Rode never in summer day. XXIV Little John was full courteous, And set him[729] on his knee; ‘Welcome be ye, gentle Knight, Welcome are ye to me. XXV ‘Welcome be thou to greenè wood. Hendè[730] Knight and free; My master hath abiden you fasting Sir, all these hourès three.’ XXVI ‘Who is thy master?’ said the Knight. John said, ‘Robin Hood.’ ‘He is a good yeoman,’ said the Knight, ‘Of him I have heard much good. XXVII ‘I grant,’ he said, ‘with you to wend, My brethren, all in fere[731]; My purpose was to have dined to-day At Blyth[732] of Doncastere.’ XXVIII Forth then went this gentle Knight, With a careful cheer[733]; The tears out of his eyen ran, And fell down by his leer[734]. XXIX They brought him to the lodgè door; When Robin gan him see, Full courteously did off his hood, And set him on his knee. XXX ‘Welcome, Sir Knight,’ then said Robin, ‘Welcome art thou to me; I have abiden you fasting, sir, All these hourès three.’ XXXI Then answerèd the gentle Knight, With wordès fair and free; ‘God thee savè, good Robin, And all thy fair meinèe.’ XXXII They washèd together and wipèd both, And set to their dinnere; Bread and wine they had enough, And numbles[735] of the deer. XXXIII Swans and pheasants they had full good, And fowls of the rivere; There failèd none so little a bird That ever was bred on brere[736]. XXXIV ‘Do gladly, Sir Knight,’ said Robin. ‘Gramerci, sir,’ said he; ‘Such a dinner had I not Of all these weekès three. XXXV ‘If I come again, Robin, Here by this country, As good a dinner I shall thee make As thou hast made to me.’ XXXVI ‘Gramerci, Knight,’ said Robin Hood; ‘My dinner when I have, I was never so greedy, by dear-worth[737] God, My dinner for to crave. XXXVII ‘But pray ere ye wend,’ said Robin Hood; ‘Me thinketh it is good right; It was never the manner, by dear-worth God, A yeoman to pay for a knight.’ XXXVIII ‘I have nought in my coffers,’ said the Knight, ‘That I may proffer for shame:’ ‘Little John, go look,’ said Robin Hood, ‘Nor let[738] not for no blame.’ XXXIX ‘Tell me truth,’ said Robin Hood, ‘So God have part of thee[739].’— ‘I have no more than ten shillings, So God have part of me.’ XL ‘If thou hast no more,’ said Robin, ‘I will not one pennỳ; And if thou need of any more, More shall I lendè thee. XLI ‘Go now forth, Little John, The truthè tell thou me; If there be no more but ten shillings, No penny that I see.’ XLII Little John his mantle spread Full fair upon the ground, And there he found in the Knight’s coffer But even half a pound. XLIII Little John let it lie full still, And went to his master low; ‘What tidings, John?’ said Robin Hood.— ‘Sir, the Knight is true enow.’ XLIV ‘Fill of the best wine,’ said Robin, ‘The Knight shall begin; Muchè wonder thinketh me Thy clothing is so thin. XLV ‘Tell me one word,’ said Robin, ‘And counsel[740] shall it be; I trow thou wert made a knight of force[741], Or else of yeomanry[742]. XLVI ‘Or else thou hast been a sorry husband[743], And lived in stroke and strife; An okerer[744], or a lecher[745], With wrong hast led thy life.’ XLVII ‘I am none of thosè,’ said the Knight, ‘By Him that madè me; An hundred winter here before Mine anc’tors knights have be. XLVIII ‘But oft it hath befal’n, Robin, A man hath been disgrate[746]; But God, that sitteth in heaven above, May amend his state. XLIX ‘Within these two years, Robin,’ he said, ‘My neighbours well it kenn’d[747], Four hundred pounds of good monèy Full well then might I spend, L ‘Now have I no good,’ said the Knight, ‘God hath shapen such an end, But my children and my wife, Till God it may amend.’ LI ‘In what mannèr,’ then said Robin, ‘Hast thou lorn[748] thy richess?’ ‘For my great folly,’ he said, ‘And for my kindèness. LII ‘I had a son forsooth, Robin, That should have been mine heir; When he was twenty winter old In field would joust full fair. LIII ‘He slew a knight of Lancashire, And a squièr bold; For to save him in his right My goods are set and sold. LIV ‘My lands are set to wed[749], Robin, Until a certain day, To a rich Abbot here beside Of St. Mary’s Abbèy.’ LV ‘What is the sum?’ said Robin Hood; ‘The truthè tell thou me;’ ‘Sir,’ he said, ‘four hundred pound; The Abbot told[750] it me.’ LVI ‘An thou lose thy land,’ said Robin Hood, ‘What shall fall of[751] thee?’— ‘Hastily I will me busk[752] Over the saltè sea, LVII ‘And see where Christ was quick and dead, On the mount of Calvary; Farewell, friend, and have good day; It may no better be.’ LVIII Tears fell out of his eyen two; He would have gone his way; ‘Farewell, friends, and have good day, I have no more to pay.’ LIX ‘Where be thy friends,’ said Robin Hood. ‘Sir, never one will me know; While I was rich enough at home Great boast then would they blow. LX ‘And now they run away from me, As beastès in a raw[753]; They takè no more heed of me Than they me never saw.’ LXI For ruth then weptè Little John, Scathèlock and Much in fere; ‘Fill of the best wine,’ said Robin, ‘For here is a simple cheer. LXII ‘Hast thou any friends,’ said Robin Hood, ‘Thy borrows[754] that will be?’ ‘I havè none,’ then said the Knight, ‘But Him that died on tree!’ LXIII ‘Do way thy japès[755],’ said Robin, ‘Thereof will I right none; Ween’st thou I would have God to[756] borrow, Peter, Paul or John? LXIV ‘Nay, by Him that madè me, And shope[757] both sun and moon, Find better borrow,’ said Robin, ‘Or money get’st thou none.’ LXV ‘I have none other,’ said the Knight, ‘The soothè for to say, But if[758] it be Our dear Lady; She fail’d never ere this day.’ LXVI ‘By dear-worth God,’ said Robin Hood, ‘To seek all England thorough, Yet found I never to my pay A muchè better borrow. LXVII ‘Come now forth, Little John, And go to my treasurỳ, And bringè me four hundred pound, And look well told it be.’ LXVIII Forth then wentè Little John, And Scathèlock went before; He told him out four hundred pound By eight and twenty score. LXIX ‘Is this well told?’ said Little Much; John said, ‘What grieveth thee? It is alms to help a gentle knight That is fal’n in poverty.’ LXX ‘Master,’ then said Little John, ‘His clothing is full thin; Ye must give the Knight a livery To lap[759] his body therein. LXXI ‘For ye have scarlet and green, master, And many a rich array; There is no merchant in merry England So rich, I dare well say.’— LXXII ‘Take him three yards of each coloùr, And look well mete[760] it be.’— Little John took no measùre But his bowè-tree. LXXIII And at every handful that he met[761] He leapèd o’er feet three; ‘What devilkin’s draper,’ said Little Much, ‘Thinkest thou for to be?’ LXXIV Scathèlock stood full still and laughed, And said, ‘He meteth right. John may give him good measure, For it costeth him but light.’ LXXV ‘Master,’ then said Little John All unto Robin Hood, ‘Ye must give the Knight a horse To lead home all this good.’ LXXVI ‘Take him a grey courser,’ said Robin, ‘And a saddle new; He is Our Lady’s messenger; God grant that he be true!’ LXXVII ‘And a good palfrey[762],’ said Little Much, ‘To maintain him in his right;’ ‘And a pair of boots,’ said Scathèlock, ‘For he is a gentle knight.’ LXXVIII ‘What shalt thou give him, Little John?’— ‘Sir, a pair of gilt spurs clean, To pray for all this company; God bring him out of teen[763].’ LXXIX ‘When shall my day be,’ said the Knight, ‘Sir, an your willè be?’— ‘This day twelve moneth,’ said Robin, ‘Under this green-wood tree. LXXX ‘It were great shamè,’ said Robin, ‘A knight alone to ride, Withoutè squire, yeoman, or page, To walkè by his side. LXXXI ‘I shall thee lend Little John, my man, For he shall be thy knave[764]; In a yeoman’s stead he may thee stand, If thou great needè have.’

LXXXII Now is the Knight gone on his way; This game him thought full good; When he looked on Barnèsdale, He blessèd Robin Hood. LXXXIII And when he thought on Barnèsdale, On Scathelock, Much, and John, He blessèd them for a company The best he ever in come[765]. LXXXIV Then spake that gentle Knight, To Little John gan he say, ‘To-morrow I must to York town To Saint Mary’s Abbèy; LXXXV ‘And to the Abbot of that place Four hundred pound must pay; But[766] I be there upon this night My land is lost for aye.’ LXXXVI The Abbot said to his Convènt, Where he stood on ground, ‘This day twelve moneth came a knight, And borrowed four hundred pound. LXXXVII ‘He borrowèd four hundred pound Upon his land and fee[767]; But he come this ilkè[768] day Disherited shall he be.’ LXXXVIII ‘It is full early,’ said the Prior, ‘The day is not yet far gone; I had liever pay an hundred pound, And lay it down anon. LXXXIX ‘The Knight is far beyond the sea, In England is his right, And suffereth hunger and cold And many a sorry night. XC ‘It were great pity,’ said the Prior, ‘So to have his land; An ye be so light of your conscience, Ye do him muchè shand[769].’ XCI ‘Thou art ever in my beard[770],’ said the Abbot, ‘By God and Saint Richard!’ With that came in a fat-headed monk, The Highè Cellarèr. XCII ‘He is dead or hangèd,’ said the monk, ‘By Him that bought me dear, And we shall have to spend in this place Four hundred pound by year.’ XCIII The Abbot and the High Cellarer Started forth full bold, The High Justice of Engèland The Abbot there did hold. XCIV The High Justice and many mo Had taken into their hand Wholly all the Knightès debt, To put that Knight to shand. XCV They deemèd[771] the Knight wonder sore[772], The Abbot and his meinèe: ‘But he come this ilkè day, Disherited shall he be.’ XCVI ‘He will not come yet,’ said the Justice, ‘I dare well undertake.’ But in sorry timè for them all The Knight came to the gate. XCVII Then bespake that gentle Knight Until[773] his meinèe: ‘Now put on your simple weeds That ye brought from the sea.’ XCVIII They putten on their simple weeds, They came to the gates anon; The Porter was ready himself, And welcomed them every one. XCIX ‘Welcome, Sir Knight,’ said the Porter, ‘My lord to meat is he, And so is many a gentle man, For the love of thee.’ C The Porter swore a full great oath: ‘By Him that madè me, Here be the bestè corsèd[774] horse That ever yet I see. CI ‘Lead them into the stable,’ he said, ‘That easèd might they be’; ‘They shall not come therein,’ said the Knight, ‘By Him that died on tree.’ CII Lordès were to meat y-set In that Abbot’s hall; The Knight went forth and kneelèd down And salued[775] them great and small. CIII ‘Do gladly, Sir Abbot,’ said the Knight, ‘I am come to hold my day.’ The first word that the Abbot spake, ‘Hast thou brought me my pay?’ CIV ‘Not one penny,’ said the Knight, ‘By Him that makèd me’: ‘Thou art a shrewd[776] debtor,’ said the Abbot; ‘Sir Justice, drink to me!’ CV ‘What doest thou here,’ said the Abbot, ‘But[777] thou hadst brought thy pay?’ ‘Alack is me,’ then said the Knight, ‘To pray of a longer day!’ CVI ‘Thy day is broke,’ said the Justice, ‘Land gettest thou none.’— ‘Now, good Sir Justice, be my friend, And fend[778] me of my fone[779]!’ CVII ‘I am held with the Abbot,’ said the Justice, ‘Both with cloth and fee.’— ‘Now, good Sir Sheriff, be my friend!’ ‘Nay, nay, not I,’ said he. CVIII ‘Now, good Sir Abbot, be my friend, For thy courtesy, And hold my landès in thy hand Till I have made thee gree[780] CIX ‘And I will be thy true servànt And truly servè thee, Till ye have four hundred pound Of money good and free.’ CX The Abbot sware a full great oath, ‘By Him that died on tree, Get thy landès where thou mayst, For thou gettest none of me!’ CXI ‘By dear-worth God,’ then said the Knight, ‘That all this worldè wrought, But I have[781] my land again, Full dear it shall be bought. CXII ‘God, that was of a maiden born, Give us well to speed! For it is good to assay a friend Ere that a man have need.’ CXIII The Abbot loathly on him gan look, And villainously him gan call; ‘Out,’ he said, ‘thou falsè Knight, Speed thee out of my hall!’ CXIV ‘Thou liest,’ said the gentle Knight; ‘Abbot, in thy hall; Falsè Knight was I never, By God that made us all.’ CXV Up then stood that gentle Knight, To the Abbot said he, ‘To suffer a knight to kneel so long, Thou canst[782] no courtesy. CXVI ‘In joustès and in tournaments Full far then have I be, And put myself as far in press[783] As any that ever I see.’ CXVII ‘What will ye give more,’ said the Justice, ‘An the Knight shall make a release[784]? And ellès[785] dare I safely swear Ye hold never your land in peace.’ CXVIII ‘An hundred pound,’ said the Abbot; The Justice said, ‘Give him two;’ ‘Nay, by God,’ said the Knight, ‘Ye get not my land so. CXIX ‘Though ye would give a thousand more, Yet were ye never the nigher; Shall there never be mine heir Abbot, Justice, nor Friar.’ CXX He started to a board anon, Till a table round, And here he shook out of a bag Even four hundred pound. CXXI ‘Have here thy gold, Sir Abbot,’ he said, ‘Which that thou lentest me; Hadst thou been courteous at my coming, I would have rewarded thee.’ CXXII The Abbot sat still, and ate no more, For all his royal fare; He cast his head on his shouldèr, And fast began to stare. CXXIII ‘Take[786] me my gold again.’ he said, ‘Sir Justice, that I took thee.’— ‘Not a penny,’ said the Justice, ‘By Him that died on tree.’— CXXIV ‘Sir Abbot, and ye men of law, Now have I held my day; Now shall I have my land again, For aught that you can say.’ CXXV The Knight out started of the door, Away was all his care, And on he put his good clothing. The other he left there. CXXVI He went him forth full merry singing, As men have told in tale; His Lady met him at the gate, At home in Uttersdale. CXXVII ‘Welcome, my lord,’ said his Lady; ‘Sir, lost is all your good?’— ‘Be merry, damè,’ said the Knight, ‘And pray for Robin Hood, CXXVIII ‘That ever his soulè be in bliss: He help me out of teen; Ne had not been[787] his kindèness, Beggars had we been. CXXIX ‘The Abbot and I accorded be, He is servèd of his pay; The goodè yeoman lent it me, As I came by the way.’ CXXX This Knight then dwellèd fair at home, The soothè for to say, Till he had got four hundred pound, All ready for to pay. CXXXI He purvey’d him an hundred bows, The stringès well y-dight, An hundred sheaf of arrows good, The heads burnish’d full bright; CXXXII And every arrow an ellè long, With peacock well y-dight[788], Y-notchèd all with white silvèr; It was a seemly sight. CXXXIII He purvey’d him an hundred men, Well harness’d in that stead, And himself in that samè suit, And clothed in white and red. CXXXIV He bare a lancegay[789] in his hand, And a man led his mail[790], And roden[791] with a lightè song Unto Barnèsdale. CXXXV As he went at a bridge there was a wrestling, And there tarrièd was he, And there was all the best yeomen, Of all the west countrỳ. CXXXVI A full fair game there was upset, A white bull up y-pight[792]; A great courser with saddle and bridle, With gold burnish’d full bright; CXXXVII A pair of gloves, a red gold ring, A pipe of wine, in good fay: What man beareth him best, i-wis, The prize shall bear away. CXXXVIII There was a yeoman in that place, And best worthy was he, And for he was far and frembd bestad[793], I-slain he should have be. CXXXIX The Knight had ruth of this yeoman. In place where that he stood, He said that yeoman should have no harm, For love of Robin Hood. CXL The Knight pressèd into the place, An hundred followed him free, With bows bent, and arrows sharp, For to shende[794] that company. CXLI They shoulder’d all, and made him room, To wete[795] what he would say, He took the yeoman by the hand And gave him all the play; CXLII He gave him five mark for his wine, There it lay on the mould, And bade it should be set a-broach, Drink who so would. CXLIII Thus long tarried this gentle Knight, Till that play was done ... So long abode Robin fasting, Three hours after the noon.

CXLIV Lithe and listen, gentlemen, All that now be here, Of Little John, that was the Knight’s man, Good mirth shall ye hear. CXLV It was upon a merry day, That young men would go shete[796]; Little John fet[797] his bow anon, And said he would them meet. CXLVI Three times Little John shot about, And alway cleft the wand, The proud Sherìff of Nottingham By the marks gan stand. CXLVII The Sheriff swore a full great oath, ‘By Him that died on a tree, This man is the best archèr That yet saw I me. CXLVIII ‘Say me now, wight[798] young man, What is now thy name? In what country were thou born, And where is thy woning wane[799]?’— CXLIX ‘In Holderness I was bore, I-wis[800], all of my dame, Men call me Reynold Greenleaf, When I am at hame.’— CL ‘Say me, Reynold Greenleaf, Wilt thou dwell with me? And every year I will thee give Twenty mark to thy fee.’— CLI ‘I have a master,’ said Little John, ‘A courteous knight is he May ye get leave of him, The better may it be.’ CLII The Sheriff got Little John Twelve months of the Knight, Therefore he gave him right anon A good horse and a wight. CLIII Now is Little John the Sheriff’s man, He give us well to speed, But alway thought Little John To quit him well his meed[801]. CLIV ‘Now so God me help,’ said Little John, ‘And by my true lewtè[802], I shall be the worst servant to him That ever yet had he.’ CLV It befell upon a Wednesday, The Sheriff on hunting was gone, And Little John lay in his bed, And was forgotten at home. CLVI Therefore he was fasting Till it was past the noon. ‘Good sir steward, I pray thee, Give me to dine,’ said Little John. CLVII ‘It is too long for Greenleaf, Fasting so long to be; Therefore I pray thee, steward, My dinner give thou me.’ CLVIII ‘Shall thou never eat nor drink,’ said the steward, ‘Till my lord be come to town.’ ‘I make mine avow to God,’ said Little John, ‘I had liefer to crack thy crown.’ CLIX The butler was full uncourteous, There he stood on floor, He started to the buttery, And shut fast the door. CLX Little John gave the butler such a rap, His back yede[803] nigh in two: Tho’ he lived an hundred winter, The worse he should go. CLXI He spurn’d the door with his foot, It went up well and fine, And there he made a large livery[804] Both of ale and wine. CLXII ‘Sith[805] ye will not dine,’ said Little John, ‘I shall give you to drink, And though ye live an hundred winter, On Little John ye shall think.’ CLXIII Little John ate, and Little John drank, The while that he wolde. The Sheriff had in his kitchen a cook, A stout man and a bold. CLXIV ‘I make mine avow to God,’ said the cook, ‘Thou art a shrewd hind[806], In an household to dwell, For to ask thus to dine.’ CLXV And there he lent[807] Little John, Good strokès three. ‘I make mine avow,’ said Little John, ‘These strokes liketh well me. CLXVI ‘Thou art a bold man and an hardy, And so thinketh me; And or I pass from this place, Assay’d better shalt thou be.’ CLXVII Little John drew a good sword, The cook took another in hand; They thought nothing for to flee, But stiffly for to stand. CLXVIII There they fought sore together, Two mile way and more, Might neither other harm done, The mountenance[808] of an hour. CLXIX ‘I make mine avow to God,’ said Little John, ‘And by my true lewtè, Thou art one of the best swordsmen That ever yet saw I me. CLXX ‘Couldest thou shoot as well in a bow, To green-wood thou shouldest with me, And two times in the year thy clothing I-changèd should be; CLXXI ‘And every year of Robin Hood Twenty mark to thy fee.’— ‘Put up thy sword,’ said the cook, ‘And fellows will we be.’ CLXXII Then he fette[809] to Little John The numbles of a doe, Good bread and full good wine, They ate and drank thereto. CLXXIII And when they had drunken well, Their troths together they plight, That they would be with Robin That ilk same day at night. CLXXIV They did them to the treasure-house, As fast as they might gone, The locks that were of good steel They broke them every one; CLXXV They took away the silver vessel, And all that they might get, Pieces, masars[810], and spoons, Would they none forget; CLXXVI Also they took the good pence, Three hundred pound and three; And did them straight to Robin Hood, Under the green-wood tree. CLXXVII ‘God thee save, my dear master, And Christ thee save and see!’ And then said Robin to Little John, ‘Welcome might thou be; CLXXVIII ‘And also be that fair yeoman Thou bringest there with thee. What tidings from Nottingham Little John, tell thou me?’— CLXXIX ‘Well thee greeteth the proud Sheriff, And send thee here by me His cook and his silver vessel, And three hundred pound and three.’— CLXXX ‘I make mine avow to God,’ said Robin, ‘And to the Trinity, It was never by his good will, This good is come to me.’ CLXXXI Little John him there bethought, On a shrewèd wile, Five mile in the forest he ran, Him happèd at his will. CLXXXII Then he met the proud Sheriff, Hunting with hound and horn, Little John cou’d[811] his courtesy, And kneelèd him beforn: CLXXXIII ‘God thee save, my dear master, And Christ thee save and see!’— ‘Reynold Greenleaf,’ said the Sheriff, ‘Where hast thou now be?’— CLXXXIV ‘I have been in this forest, A fair sight can I see, It was one of the fairest sights That ever yet saw I me; CLXXXV ‘Yonder I see a right fair hart, His colour is of green, Seven score of deer upon an herd Be with him all bedene[812]; CLXXXVI ‘His tyndès[813] are so sharp, master, Of sixty and well mo, That I durst not shoot for dread Lest they would me sloo[814].’ CLXXXVII ‘I make mine avow to God,’ said the Sheriff, ‘That sight would I fain see.’ ‘Busk you thitherward, my dear master, Anon, and wend with me.’ CLXXXVIII The Sheriff rode, and Little John Of foot he was full smart, And when they came afore Robin: ‘Lo, here is the master hart!’ CLXXXIX Still stood the proud Sheriff, A sorry man was he: ‘Woe worth thee, Reynold Greenleaf! Thou hast now betrayèd me.’ CXC ‘I make mine avow to God,’ said Little John, ‘Master, ye be to blame, I was mis-served of my dinner, When I was with you at hame.’ CXCI Soon he was to supper set, And servèd with silver white; And when the Sheriff saw his vessel, For sorrow he might not eat. CXCII ‘Make good cheer,’ said Robin Hood, ‘Sheriff, for charity! And for the love of Little John, Thy life is granted to thee.’ CXCIII When they had suppèd well, The day was all agone, Robin commanded Little John To draw off his hosen and shoon, CXCIV His kirtle and his courtepy[815], That was furrèd well fine, And take him a green mantèl, To lap[816] his body therein. CXCV Robin commanded his wight young men, Under the green-wood tree, They shall lie in that same sort; That the Sheriff might them see. CXCVI All night lay that proud Sheriff, In his breech and in his shirt, No wonder it was in green-wood, Tho’ his sides do smerte[817]. CXCVII ‘Make glad cheer,’ said Robin Hood, ‘Sheriff, for charity! For this is our ordèr, i-wis, Under the green-wood tree.’ CXCVIII ‘This is harder order,’ said the Sheriff, ‘Than any anchor[818] or frere[819]; For all the gold in merry England I would not long dwell here.’ CXCIX ‘All these twelve months,’ said Robin ‘Thou shalt dwell with me; I shall thee teach, proud Sheriff, An outlaw for to be.’ CC ‘Or I here another night lie,’ said the Sheriff, ‘Robin, now I pray thee, Smite off my head rather to-morne[820], And I forgive it thee. CCI ‘Let me go,’ then said the Sheriff, ‘For saint Charity! And I will be thy best friend That ever yet had thee.’ CCII ‘Thou shalt swear me an oath,’ said Robin, ‘On my bright brand[821], Thou shalt never await[822] me scathe[823], By water nor by land. CCIII ‘And if thou find any of my men, By night or by day, Upon thine oath thou shalt swear, To help them that thou may.’ CCIV Now has the Sheriff i-sworn his oath, And home he began to gone, He was as full of green-wood As ever was hip[824] of stone.

CCV The Sheriff dwelled in Nottingham, He was fain that he was gone; And Robin and his merry men Went to wood anon. CCVI ‘Go we to dinner,’ said Little John: Robin Hood said ‘Nay; For I fear Our Lady be wroth with me, For she sent me not my pay.’ CCVII ‘Have no doubt, master,’ said Little John; ‘Yet is not the sun at rest; For I dare say and safely swear, The Knight is true and trest[825].’ CCVIII ‘Take thy bow in hande,’ said Robin, ‘Let Much wend with thee, And so shall William Scathèlock, And no man abide with me. CCIX ‘And walk ye up unto the Sayles, And so to Watling Street, And wait after some uncouth guest, Upchance ye may them meet. CCX ‘Whether he be a messenger, Or a man that mirthès can[826], Of my good he shall have some, If he be a poorè man.’ CCXI Forth then started Little John, Half in tray and teen[827], And girt him with a full good sword, Under a mantle of green. CCXII They wenten up unto the Sayles, Those yeomen allè three; They lookèd east, they lookèd west, They mightè no man see. CCXIII But as they looked in Barnèsdale, By the highè-way, Then were they ware of a Black Monk[828], Upon a good palfrèy. CCXIV Then bespake him Little John, To Muchè gan he say: ‘I dare well lay my life to wed[829], That Monk hath brought our pay. CCXV ‘Make glad cheer,’ said Little John, ‘And dress your bows of yew, And look your hearts be seker and sad[830], Your strings trusty and true. CCXVI ‘The Monk hath two and fifty men, And seven somers[831] strong; There rideth no bishop in this land So royally along. CCXVII ‘Bretheren,’ said Little John, ‘Here are no more but three; But[832] we bring them to dinnèr, Our master we dare not see. CCXVIII ‘Bend your bows,’ said Little John, ‘Make all yon press[833] to stand; The foremost Monk, his life and death Is closèd in my hand. CCXIX ‘Abide, churl Monk!’ said Little John, ‘No further that thou wend; If thou dost, by dear-worth God, Thy death is in my hend[834]. CCXX ‘And evil thrift[835] upon thy head, Right under thy hat’s band! For thou hast made our master wroth, He is so lang fastand.’ CCXXI ‘Who is your master?’ said the Monk.— Little John said, ‘Robin Hood.’— ‘He is a strong thief,’ said the Monk, ‘Of him I never heard good.’ CCXXII ‘Thou lìest,’ then said Little John, ‘And that shall ruè thee; He is a yeoman of the forest, To dine he hath bidden thee.’ CCXXIII Much was ready with a bolt[836], Rathely[837] and anon, He set the Monk to-fore[838] the breast To the ground that he gan gon[839]. CCXXIV Of two and fifty wight yeomen There abode not one, Save a little page and a groom To lead the somers on. CCXXV They brought the Monk to the lodgè door, Whether he were loath or lief[840], For to speak with Robin Hood, Maugre in his teeth[841]. CCXXVI Robin did a-down his hood, The Monk when that he see; The Monk was not so courteous, His hood he lettè be. CCXXVII ‘He is a churl, by dear-worth God,’ Then said Little John. ‘Thereof no force[842],’ said Robin Hood, ‘For courtesy can be none.’ CCXXVIII ‘How many men,’ said Robin Hood, ‘Haddè this Monk, Johan?’— ‘Fifty and two when that we met, But many of them be gane.’ CCXXIX ‘Let blow a horn,’ said Robin Hood, ‘That fellowship may us know.’— Seven score of wight yeomen Came pricking on a row. CCXXX Each of them had a good mantèl Of scarlet and of ray[843]; All they came to good Robin, To wit what he would say. CCXXXI They made the Monk to wash and wipe, And sit at his dinnere, Robin Hood and Little John They served him both in fere. CCXXXII ‘Do gladly, Monk,’ said Robin Hood; ‘Gramerci, sir,’ said he. ‘Where is your Abbey, when you are at home, And who is your avowè[844]?’ CCXXXIII ‘Saint Mary’s Abbey,’ said the Monk, ‘Though I be simple here.’— ‘In what office?’ said Robin; ‘Sir, the High Cellerèr.’ CCXXXIV ‘Ye be the more welcome,’ said Robin, ‘So ever mote I the[845]: Fill of the best wine,’ said Robin, ‘This Monk shall drink to me. CCXXXV ‘But I have great marvel,’ said Robin, ‘Of all this longè day; I dread Our Lady be wroth with me, She sent me not my pay.’ CCXXXVI ‘Have no doubt, master,’ said Little John, ‘Ye have no need, I say, This Monk hath brought it, I dare well swear, For he is of her Abbèy.’ CCXXXVII ‘And she was a borrow,’ said Robin, ‘Between a Knight and me, Of a little money that I him lent, Under the green-wood tree. CCXXXVIII ‘And if thou hast that silver brought, I pray thee let me see; And I shall helpè thee eftsoons[846], If thou have need to me.’ CCXXXIX The Monk swore a full great oath, With a sorry cheer, ‘Of the borrowhood[847] thou speak’st to me Heard I never ere.’— CCXL ‘I makè mine avow to God, Monk, thou art to blame; For God is held a righteous Man, And so is eke his Dame[848]. CCXLI ‘Thou toldest with thine ownè tongue, Thou mayst not sayè naye, How thou art her servant, And servest her every day. CCXLII ‘And thou art made her messenger, My money for to pay; Therefore I can thee morè thank Thou art come at thy day. CCXLIII ‘What is in your coffers?’ said Robin, ‘Truthè tell thou me.’— ‘Sir,’ he saidè, ‘twenty mark[849], All so mote I the.’ CCXLIV ‘If there be no more,’ said Robin, ‘I will not one pennỳ; If thou hast myster[850] of any more, More I shall lend to thee. CCXLV ‘And if I find more,’ said Robin, ‘I-wis thou shall it forgone; For of thy spending-silver, Monk, Thereof will I right none. CCXLVI ‘Go now forth, Little John, The truthè tell thou me; If there be no more but twenty mark, No penny that I see.’ CCXLVII Little John spread his mantle down, As he had done before, And he told out of the Monkès mail Eight hundred pound and more. CCXLVIII Little John let it lie full still, And went to his master in haste; ‘Sir,’ he said, ‘the Monk is true enough, Our Lady hath doubled your cast[851]!’— CCXLIX ‘I makè mine avow to God, Monk, what told I thee? Our Lady is the truest woman That ever found I me. CCL ‘By dear-worth God,’ said Robin Hood, ‘To seek all England thorough, Yet found I never to my pay A muchè better borrow. CCLI ‘Fill of the best wine,’ said Robin, ‘And greet thy Lady hend[852], And if she have need to Robin Hood She shall him find a friend. CCLII ‘And if she need any more silvèr, Come thou again to me, And, by this token she hath me sent, She shall have suchè three.’ CCLIII The Monk was going to Londonward, There to hold great moot[853], The Knight that rode so high on horse, To bring him under foot. CCLIV ‘Whither be ye away?’ said Robin.— ‘Sir, to manors in this londe, To reckon with our revès, That have done much wrong.’— CCLV ‘Come now forth, Little John, And hearken to my tale, A better yeoman I know none, To seek[854] a Monkès mail[855].’ CCLVI ‘How much is in yon other forcèr[856]? The soothè must we see:’ ‘By our Lady,’ then said the Monk, ‘That were no courtesy, CCLVII ‘A man to biddè to dinnèr, And sith[857] him beat and bind.’— ‘It is our old manner,’ said Robin, ‘To leave but little behind.’ CCLVIII The Monk took the horse with spur, No longer would he abide; ‘Ask to drink,’ then said Robin, ‘Ere that ye further ride.’ CCLIX ‘Nay, ’fore God,’ then said the Monk, ‘Me rueth I came so near; For better cheap[858] I might have dined In Blyth or Doncastere.’ CCLX ‘Greet well your Abbot,’ said Robin, ‘And your prior, I you pray, And bid him send me such a Monk To dinner every day!’ CCLXI Now lettè we that Monk be still, And speak we of that Knight: Yet he came to hold his day, The while that it was light. CCLXII He did him straight to Barnèsdale, Under the green-wood tree, And he found there Robin Hood, And all his merry meinèe. CCLXIII The Knight lit down off his good palfrèy, Robin when he gan see; Courteously he did a-down his hood, And set him on his knee. CCLXIV ‘God thee savè, Robin Hood, And all this company!’— ‘Welcome be thou, gentle Knight, Right welcome unto me.’ CCLXV Then bespake him Robin Hood To that Knight so free: ‘What need driveth thee to greenè-wood? I pray, sir Knight, tell me. CCLXVI ‘And welcome be thou, gentle Knight, Why hast thou been so long?’— ‘For the Abbot and the High Justice Would have had my land with wrong.’ CCLXVII ‘Hast thou thy land again?’ said Robin; ‘Truthè tell thou me.’— ‘Yea, ’fore God,’ said the Knight, ‘That thank I God and thee. CCLXVIII ‘But take no grief I have been so long; I came by a wrestèling, And there I holp a poor yeoman, With wrong was put behind.’ CCLXIX ‘Nay, ’fore God,’ said Robin Hood, ‘Sir Knight, that thank I thee; What man that helpeth a good yeoman, His friend I willè be.’ CCLXX ‘Have here four hundred pound,’ said the Knight, ‘The which ye lent to me; And here is also twenty mark For your courtesy.’ CCLXXI ‘Nay, ’fore God,’ said Robin Hood, ‘Thou brook[859] it well for aye; For Our Lady, by her Cellarèr, Hath sent to me my pay. CCLXXII ‘And if I would it twicè take A shame it were to me; But truly now, thou gentle Knight, Welcome art thou to me.’ CCLXXIII When Robin Hood had told his tale, He laugh’d and made good cheer. ‘By my truthè,’ said the Knight, ‘Your money is ready here.’ CCLXXIV ‘Brook it well,’ said Robin Hood, ‘Thou gentle Knight so free; And welcome be thou, gentle Knight, Under my trystell-tree! CCLXXV ‘But what shall these bows do,’ said Robin, ‘And these arrows feather’d free?’— ‘With your will,’ then said the Knight, ‘A poor present to thee.’— CCLXXVI ‘Come now forth, Little John, And go to my treasurỳ, And bring me thence four hundred pound; The Monk overtold[860] it me. CCLXXVII ‘Have here four hundred pound, Thou gentle Knight and true, And buy thee horse and harness good, And giltè spurs all new. CCLXXVIII ‘And if thou fail any spending, Come to Robin Hood, And by my troth thou shalt none fail, While I have any good. CCLXXIX ‘And brook well thy four hundred pound, Which I lent to thee, And make thyself no more so bare, By the counsel of me.’ CCLXXX Thus then holp him good Robin, The Knight all of his care: God, that sitt’st in heaven high, Grant us well to fare!

CCLXXXI Now hath the Knight his leave i-take, And went him on his way; Robin Hood and his merry men Dwelt still full many a day. CCLXXXII Lithe and listen, Gentlemen, And hearken what I shall say, How the proud Sheriff of Nottingham, Did cry a full fair play; CCLXXXIII That all the best archers of the North Should come upon a day, ‘And he that shooteth alder-best[861] The game shall bear away. CCLXXXIV ‘He that shooteth alder-best, Furthest, fair, and law[862], At a pair of fynly[863] butts, Under the green-wood shaw, CCLXXXV ‘A right good arrow he shall have, The shaft of silver white, The head and feathers of rich red gold, In England is none like.’ CCLXXXVI This then heardè good Robin, Under his trystell-tree: ‘Make you ready, ye wight young men; That shooting will I see. CCLXXXVII ‘Busk you, my merry young men, Ye shall go with me; And I will wete[864] the Sheriff’s faith, True an if he be. CCLXXXVIII When they had their bows i-bent, Their tackles[865] feather’d free, Seven score of wight young men Stood by Robin’s knee. CCLXXXIX When they came to Nottingham, The butts were fair and long; Many was the bold archèr That shot with bowè strong. CCXC ‘There shall but six shoot with me, The other shall keep my heed, And stand with good bowès bent That I be not deceived.’ CCXCI The fourth outlaw his bow gan bend, And that was Robin Hood, And that beheld the proud Sheriff, All by the butt he stood. CCXCII Thrice Robin shot about, And alway he sliced the wand, And so did good Gilbert, With the white hand. CCXCIII Little John and good Scathelock Were archers good and free; Little Much and good Reynold, The worst would they not be. CCXCIV When they haddè shot about, These archers fair and good, Evermore was the best, For soothè, Robin Hood. CCXCV Him was deliver’d the good arròw, For best worthy was he; He took the gift so courteously, To greenè-wood would he. CCXCVI They crièd out on Robin Hood And great horns gan they blow: ‘Woe worth thee[866], treason!’ said Robin, ‘Full evil thou art to know. CCXCVII ‘And woe be thee, thou proud Sheriff, Thus gladding thy guest; Otherwise, thou behotè[867] me In yonder wild forèst. CCXCVIII ‘But had I thee in greenè-wood, Under my trystell-tree, Thou shouldest leave me a better wed[868] Than thy true lewtè.’ CCXCIX Full many a bowè there was bent, And arrows let they glide; Many a kirtle there was rent, And hurt full many a side. CCC The outlaws’ shottè was so strong That no man might them drive. And the proudè Sheriff’s men They fled away full blive[869]. CCCI Robin saw the bushment[870] broke, In green-wood he would be; Many an arrow there was shot Among that company. CCCII Little John was hurt full sore, With an arrow in his knee, That he might neither go nor ride; It was full great pity. CCCIII ‘Master,’ then said Little John, ‘If ever thou lovest me, And for that ilk Lordès love, That died upon a tree, CCCIV ‘And for the meeds[871] of my service, That I have servèd thee, Let never the proud Sheriff Alive now findè me; CCCV ‘But take out thy brown sword, And smite all off my head And give me wounds dead[872] and wide, No life on me be left.’ CCCVI ‘I would not that,’ said Robin, ‘John, that thou were slawe, For all the gold in merry England, Though it lay now on a rawe[873].’ CCCVII ‘God forbid,’ said little Much, ‘That died on a tree, That thou shouldest, Little John, Part our company.’ CCCVIII Up Robin took him on his back, And bare him well a mile; Many a time he laid him down, And shot another while. CCCIX Then was there a fair castèll, A little within the wood; Double-ditch’d it was about, And wallèd, by the rood. CCCX And there dwelt that gentle Knight, Sir Richard at the Lee, That Robin haddè lent his good, Under the green-wood tree. CCCXI In he took good Robin, And all his company: ‘Welcome be thou, Robin Hood, Welcome art thou to me; CCCXII ‘And much I thank thee of thy comfort, And of thy courtesy, And of thy great kindness, Under the green-wood tree; CCCXIII ‘I love no man in all this world So much as I do thee; For all the proud Sheriff of Nottingham, Right here shalt thou be. CCCXIV ‘Shut the gates and draw the bridge, And let no man come in, And arm you well, and make you ready, And to the walls ye win[874]. CCCXV ‘For one thing, Robin, I thee behote[875], I swear by Saint Quintìn, These twelve days thou wonest[876] with me, To sup, eat, and dine.’ CCCXVI Boards were laid, and cloths spread, Readily and anon; Robin Hood and his merry men To meat gan they gone.

CCCXVII Lithe and listen, Gentlemen, And hearken to my song; How the proud Sheriff of Nottingham And men of armès strong CCCXVIII Full fast came to the High Sheriff, The country up to rout[877], And they beset the Knight’s castell, The wallès all about. CCCXIX The proudè Sheriff loud gan cry, And said, ‘Thou traitor Knight, Thou keep’st here the King’s enemies, Against the law and right.’— CCCXX ‘Sir, I will avow that I have done, The deeds that here be dight[878], Upon all the lands that I have, As I am a true knight. CCCXXI ‘Wend forth, sirs, on your way, And doth no more to me, Till ye wit our King his will What he will say to thee.’ CCCXXII The Sheriff thus had his answère, Without any leasing[879]; Forth he yede[880] to London town, All for to tell our King. CCCXXIII There he told him of that Knight, And eke of Robin Hood, And also of the bold archers That were so noble and good. CCCXXIV ‘He would avow that he had done, To maintain the outlaws strong, He would be lord, and set you at nought, In all the north londe.’ CCCXXV ‘I will be at Nottingham,’ said our King, ‘Within this fortènight, And take I willè Robin Hood, And so I will that Knight. CCCXXVI ‘Go home, thou proud Sheriff, And do as I bid thee, And ordain good archers enough, Of all the wide countrey.’ CCCXXVII The Sheriff had his leave i-take, And went him on his way; And Robin Hood to green-wood went Upon a certain day; CCCXXVIII And Little John was whole[881] of the arrow, That shot was in his knee, And did him straight to Robin Hood, Under the green-wood tree. CCCXXIX Robin Hood walked in the forest Under the leavès green; The proud Sheriff of Nottingham Thereof he had great teen. CCCXXX The Sheriff there fail’d of Robin Hood, He might not have his prey; Then he awaited this gentle Knight, Both by night and day. CCCXXXI Ever he waited that gentle Knight, Sir Richard at the Lee, As he went hawking by the river side, And let his hawkès flee. CCCXXXII Took he there this gentle Knight, With men of armès strong, And led him to Nottingham-ward, Bound both foot and hond. CCCXXXIII The Sheriff swore a full great oath, By Him that died on a tree, He had liefer than an hundred pound, That Robin Hood had he. CCCXXXIV This heard the Knightès wife, A fair lady and a free; She set her on a good palfrey, To green-wood anon rode she. CCCXXXV When she came in the forèst, Under the green-wood tree, Found she there Robin Hood And all his fair meinèe. CCCXXXVI ‘God thee save, thou good Robin, And all thy company; For Ourè dearè Lady’s sake, A boon grant thou me! CCCXXXVII ‘Let thou never my wedded Lord Shamefully slayen be; He is fast bound at Nottingham, For the love of thee.’ CCCXXXVIII Anon then said good Robin, To that lady free, ‘What man hath your lord i-take?’— ‘The proud Sheriff,’ then said she. CCCXXXIX ‘The proud Sheriff hath him i-take Forsooth as I thee say; He is not yet three miles, Passèd on his way.’ CCCXL Up then started good Robin As a man that had been wood[882]; ‘Buskè you, my merry men, For Him that died on rood! CCCXLI ‘And he that this sorròw forsaketh, By Him that died on a tree, And by Him that all things maketh, No longer shall dwell with me.’ CCCXLII Soon there were good bows y-bent, More than seven score; Hedge nor ditch they sparèd none That was them before. CCCXLIII ‘I make mine avow to God,’ said Robin, ‘The Knight would I fain see, And if I may him takè, I-quit then shall he be.’ CCCXLIV And when they came to Nottingham, They walkèd in the street; And with the proud Sheriff i-wis Soonè gan they meet. CCCXLV ‘Abide, thou proud Sheriff,’ he said, ‘Abide, and speak with me; Of some tidings of our King I would fain hear of thee. CCCXLVI ‘This seven year, by dear-worthy God, Ne yede I so fast on foot, I make mine avow to God, thou proud Sheriff, It is not for thy good.’ CCCXLVII Robin bent a full good bow, An arrow he drew at will; He hit so the proud Sheriff, On the ground he lay full still. CCCXLVIII And or he might up arise, On his feet to stand, He smote off the Sheriff’s head, With his bright brand. CCCXLIX ‘Lie thou there, thou proud Sheriff; Evil mote thou thrive: There might no man to thee trust The while thou wert alive.’ CCCL His men drew out their brightè swords That were so sharp and keen, And laiden on the Sheriff’s men, And drave them down bidene[883]. CCCLI Robin started to the Knight, And cut in two his band, And took[884] him in his hand a bow, And bade him by him stand. CCCLII ‘Leave thy horsè thee behind, And learnè for to ren[885]; Thou shalt with me to greenè-wood, Through mire, moss, and fen. CCCLIII ‘Thou shalt with me to greenè-wood, Without any leasing, Till that I have got us grace Of Edward, our comely King.’

CCCLIV The King came to Nottingham, With knights in great array, For to take that gentle Knight And Robin, if he may. CCCLV He askèd men of that country After Robin Hood, And eke after that gentle Knight That was so bold and good. CCCLVI When they had him told the case Our King understood their tale, And he seizèd in his hand The Knightès landès all. CCCLVII All the pass[886] of Lancashire He went both far and near, Till he came to Plompton Park, He fail’d many of his deer. CCCLVIII There[887] our King was wont to see Herdès many one, He could unneth[888] find one deer That bare any good horn. CCCLIX The King was wonder wroth withall, And swore by the Trinity, ‘I would I haddè Robin Hood, With eyes I might him see. CCCLX ‘And he that would smite off the Knightès head, And bring it unto me He shall have the Knightès lands, Sir Richard at the Lee. CCCLXI ‘I give it him with my chartèr, And seal it with my hand, To have and hold for evermore In all merry England.’ CCCLXII Then bespake a fair old Knight That was true in his fay[889]: ‘Ah! my liegè lord the King, One word I shall you say. CCCLXIII ‘There is no man in this country May have the Knightès lands, While Robin Hood may ride or go, And bear a bow in his hands. CCCLXIV ‘That he ne shall not lose his head, The best ball in his hood; Give it no man, my lord the King, That ye will[890] any good.’ CCCLXV Half a year dwelt our comely King In Nottingham, and more; Could he not hear of Robin Hood, In what country he wore. CCCLXVI But alway wentè good Robin By halk[891] and eke by hill, And alway slew the Kingès deer, And wielded them at will. CCCLXVII Then bespake a proud forstèr[892], That stood by our Kingès knee: ‘If ye will see good Robin Hood, Ye must do after me. CCCLXVIII ‘Take five of the bestè knights That be in yourè lede[893], And walkè down by yon Abbèy, And get you monkès weed. CCCLXIX ‘And I will be your leadès-man[894], And leadè you the way, And ere ye come to Nottingham Mine head then dare I lay CCCLXX ‘That ye shall meet with good Robin, Alive if that he be; Ere ye come to Nottingham With eyes ye shall him see.’ CCCLXXI Full hastily our King was dight, So were his knightès five. Each of them in monkès weed, And hasted thither blive. CCCLXXII Our King was great above his cowl, A broad hat on his crown, Right as he were abbot-like, They rode into the town. CCCLXXIII Stiff boots our King had on, Forsooth as I you say; Singing he rode to the greenè-wood, The convent[895] was clothed in gray. CCCLXXIV His mail-horse[896] and his great somèrs Followed our King behind, Till they came to greenè-wood A mile under the lind[897]. CCCLXXV There they met with good Robin, Standing on the way, And so did many a bold archèr, For sooth as I you say. CCCLXXVI Robin took the Kingè’s horse Hastily in that stide[898], And said, ‘Sir Abbot, by your leave, A while ye must abide. CCCLXXVII ‘We be yeomen of this forèst Under the green-wood tree; We livè by our Kingès deer, None other shift have we. CCCLXXVIII ‘And ye have churches and rentès both And gold full great plentỳ, Give us some of your spending For saintè charity.’ CCCLXXIX Then bespake our comely King, Anon then saidè he, ‘I have brought no more to greenè-wood But forty pound with me. CCCLXXX ‘I have lain at Nottingham This fortnight with our King, And spent I have full muchè good On many a great lording[899]. CCCLXXXI ‘And I have but forty pound, No more I have with me: But if I had an hundred pound, I vouch it half on thee.’ CCCLXXXII Robin took the forty pound, And departed it in twain; Halfen-deal[900] he gave his men, And bade them be full fain. CCCLXXXIII Full courteously Robin gan say, ‘Sir, this for your spending! We shall meet another day.’— ‘Gramerci!’ said our King. CCCLXXXIV ‘But well thee greeteth Edward our King, And sent to thee his seal, And biddeth thee come to Nottingham, Both to meat and meal.’ CCCLXXXV He took out the broadè targe[901], And soon he let him see; Robin could his courtesy, And set him on his knee. CCCLXXXVI ‘I love no man in all the world So well as I do my King; Welcome is my lordès seal; And, Monk, for thy tiding. CCCLXXXVII ‘Sir Abbot, for thy tidings, To-day thou shalt dine with me, For the lovè of my King, Under my trystell-tree.’ CCCLXXXVIII Forth he led our comely King Full fairè by the hand; Many a deer there was slain, They were full fast dightànd[902]. CCCLXXXIX Robin took a full great horn, And loudè he gan blow; Seven score of wight young men Came ready on a row. CCCXC All they kneelèd on their knee Full fair before Robin; The King said himself until, And swore by Saint Austìn, CCCXCI ‘Here is a wonder seemly sight; Me thinketh, by God’s pine[903], His men are more at his bidding Than my men be at mine.’ CCCXCII Full hastily was their dinner dight, And thereto gan they gon; They servèd our King with all their might, Both Robin and Little John. CCCXCIII Anon before our King was set The fattè venisoun, The good white bread, the good red wine, Thereto fine ale and brown. CCCXCIV ‘Make good cheer,’ said Robin Hood, ‘Abbot, for charity, And for this ilkè tiding, Sir, Blessed mote thou be. CCCXCV ‘Now shalt thou see what life we lead, Ere thou hennès[904] wend; Then thou mayst inform our King, When ye together lend[905].’ CCCXCVI Up they started all in haste, Their bows were smartly bent; Our King was never so aghast, He weened to have been shent[906]. CCCXCVII Two yards[907] there were up set, Thereto gan they gang; By fifty paces, our King said, The markès were too lang. CCCXCVIII On every side a rose garlànd, They shot under the line: ‘Who fails of the garland,’ said Robin, ‘His tackle he shall tine[908], CCCXCIX ‘And yield it unto his mastèr, Be it never so fine; For no man will I spare,’ he said, ‘So drink I ale or wine; CCCC ‘And bear a buffet on his head I-wis aright all bare:’ And all that fell to Robin’s lot He smote them wonder sair. CCCCI Twice Robin shot about, And ever he cleft the wand, And so did eke the good Gilbèrt With the white hand. CCCCII Little John and good Scathèlock, For nothing would they spare; When they fail’d of the garlànd Robin smote them sair. CCCCIII At the last shot that Robin shot, For all his friendès fare, Yet he fail’d of the garlànd Three fingers and mair. CCCCIV Then bespake him good Gilbèrt, And thus he gan him say: ‘Master,’ he said, ‘your tackle is lost, Stand forth and take your pay.’ CCCCV ‘If it be so,’ said Robin Hood, ‘That may no better be, Sir Abbot, I deliver thee mine arrow, I pray thee, serve thou me.’ CCCCVI ‘It falls[909] not for mine order,’ said our King, ‘Robin, by thy leave, For to smite no good yeomàn, For doubt I should him grieve.’ CCCCVII ‘Smite on boldly,’ said Robin, ‘I give thee largè leave.’ Anon our King with that same word He folded up his sleeve, CCCCVIII And such a buffet he gave Robin, To ground he yede full near: ‘I make mine avow to God,’ said Robin, ‘Thou art a stalwart frere[910]. CCCCIX ‘There is pith in thine arm,’ said Robin, ‘I trow thou canst well shoot.’ Thus our King and Robin Hood Together then they met. CCCCX Robin beheld our comely King Wistly in the face, So did Sir Richard at the Lee, And knelt down in that place. CCCCXI And so did all the wild outlàws, When they saw them kneel: ‘My lord the King of Engèland, Now I know you weel!’ CCCCXII ‘Mercy then, Robin,’ said our King, ‘Under your trystell-tree, Of thy goodness and thy grace, For my men and me!’ CCCCXIII ‘Yes, ’fore God,’ said Robin Hood, ‘And also God me save! I ask mercy, my lord the King, And for my men I crave.’ CCCCXIV ‘Yes, ’fore God,’ then said our King, ‘And thereto sent I me, With that thou leave the greenè-wood, And all thy company; CCCCXV ‘And come home, sir, unto my court, And there dwell with me.’— ‘I make mine avow to God,’ said Robin, ‘And right so shall it be. CCCCXVI ‘I will come unto your court, Your service for to see, And bringè with me of my men Seven score and three. CCCCXVII ‘But me like[911] well your service, I will come again full soon, And shooten at the dunnè deer, As I am wont to doon.’

CCCCXVIII ‘Hast thou any green cloth?’ said our King, ‘That thou wilt sell now to me?’— ‘Yea, ’fore God,’ said Robin, ‘Thirty yards and three.’ CCCCXIX ‘Robin,’ said our King, ‘Now pray I thee, To sell me some of that cloth, To me and my meinèe.’ CCCCXX ‘Yes, ’fore God,’ then said Robin, ‘Or else I were a fool; Another day ye will me clothe, I trow, against the Yule.’ CCCCXXI The King cast off his coat then, A green garment he did on, And every knight had so, i-wis, They clothèd them full soon. CCCCXXII When they were clothed in Lincoln green, They cast away their gray. ‘Now we shall to Nottingham,’ All thus our King gan say. CCCCXXIII Their bows bent and forth they went, Shooting all in fere, Toward the town of Nottingham, Outlaws as they were. CCCCXXIV Our King and Robin rode together Forsooth as I you say, And they shot pluck-buffet[912], As they went by the way; CCCCXXV And many a buffet our King won, Of Robin Hood that day: And nothing spared good Robin Our King in his pay. CCCCXXVI ‘So God me help,’ said our King, ‘Thy game is nought to lere[913], I should not get a shot of thee, Though I shot all this year.’ CCCCXXVII All the people of Nottingham They stood and beheld, They saw nothing but mantles of green That cover’d all the felde; CCCCXXVIII Then every man to other gan say, ‘I dread our King be slone; Come Robin Hood to the town, i-wis, On life he leaveth not one.’ CCCCXXIX Full hastily they began to flee, Both yeoman and knaves, The old wives that might evil go, They hippèd[914] on their staves. CCCCXXX The King laughed full fast, And commanded them again; When they saw our comely King, I-wis they were full fain. CCCCXXXI They ate and drank, and made them glad, And sang with notès high. Then bespake our comely King To Sir Richard at the Lee: CCCCXXXII He gave him there his land again, A good man he bade him be. Robin thanked our comely King, And set him on his knee. CCCCXXXIII Robin had dwelt in the Kingès court But twelvè months and three, That he had spent an hundred pound, And all his mennès fee. CCCCXXXIV In every place where Robin came, Evermore he laid down[915] Both for knightès and for squires, To get him great renown. CCCCXXXV By then[916] the year was all agone He had no man but twain, Little John and good Scathèlock With him all for to gane. CCCCXXXVI Robin saw the young men shoot Full far upon a day; ‘Alas!’ then said good Robin Hood, ‘My wealth is went away. CCCCXXXVII ‘Sometime I was an archer good, A stiff and eke a strong; I was counted the best archèr That was in merry Englond. CCCCXXXVIII ‘Alas!’ then said good Robin Hood, ‘Alas and well-a-way! If I dwell longer with the King, Sorrow will me slay.’ CCCCXXXIX Forth then wentè Robin Hood Till he came to our King: ‘My lord the King of Engèland, Grant me mine asking! CCCCXL ‘I made a chapel in Barnèsdale That seemly is to see, It is of Mary Magdalen, And thereto would I be. CCCCXLI ‘I might never in this seven night No timè sleep nor wink, Neither all these seven days Neither eat nor drink. CCCCXLII ‘Me longeth sore to Barnèsdale, I may not be therefro[917]; Barefoot and woolward[918] I have hight[919] Thither for to go.’ CCCCXLIII ‘If it be so,’ then said our King, ‘It may no better be; Seven night I give thee leave, No longer, to dwell from me.’ CCCCXLIV ‘Gramerci, lord,’ then said Robin, And set him on his knee: He took his leave full courteously, To green-wood then went he. CCCCXLV When he came to greenè-wood In a merry mornìng, There he heard the notès small Of birds merry singìng. CCCCXLVI ‘It is far gone,’ said Robin Hood, ‘That I was latest here; Me list[920] a little for to shoot At the dunnè deer.’ CCCCXLVII Robin slew a full great hart; His horn then gan he blow, That all the outlaws of that forèst That horn they couldè know, CCCCXLVIII And them together gatherèd In a little throw[921]; Seven score of wight young men Came ready on a row, CCCCXLIX And fairè didden off their hoods, And set them on their knee: ‘Welcome,’ they said. ‘our dear mastèr, Under this green-wood tree!’ CCCCL Robin dwelt in greenè-wood Twenty year and two; For all dread of Edward our King, Again[922] would he not go. CCCCLI Yet he was beguiled, i-wis, Through a wicked woman, The prioress of Kirksley, That nigh was of his kin, CCCCLII For the love of a knight, Sir Roger of Doncastèr, That was her own special; Full evil might they fare! CCCCLIII They took together their counsel Robin Hood for to sle, And how they might best do that deed, His banis[923] for to be. CCCCLIV Then bespake good Robin, In place where as he stood, ‘To-morrow I must to Kirksley, Craftily[924] to be letten blood.’ CCCCLV Sir Roger [and the prioress A springe[925] for him did] lay, And there they betray’d good Robin Hood, Through their falsè play. CCCCLVI Christ have mercy on his soul, That died upon the rood! For he was a good outlàw, And did poor men much good.