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32. “Gods blessing on thy heart!” sayes 40. Robin thought on Our Lady deere, Guye,
And soone leapt up againe, “Goode ffellow, thy shooting is And thus he came with an awkwarde* goode;
stroke; For an thy hart be as good as thy Good Sir Guy hee has slayne.
hands, Thou were better than Robin Hood. | 41. He tooke Sir Guys head by the hayre,
And sticked itt on his bowes end: 33. “Tell me thy name, good ffellow,”
“Thou hast beene traytor all thy liffe, quoth Guy,
Which thing must have an ende.” “Under the leaves of lyne:” “Nay, by my faith,” quoth good Robin,
42. Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffe, “Till thou have told me thine.”
And nicked Sir Guy in the fface,
That hee was never on a woman borne 34. “I dwell by dale and downe,” quoth
Cold tell who Sir Guye was. Guye, “And I have done many a curst 43. Saies, “Lye there, lye there, good Sir turne;
Guye, And he that calles me by my right And with me be not wrothe; name,
If thou have had the worse stroakes at Calles me Guye of good Gysborne.”
Thou shalt have the better cloathe.” 35. “My dwelling is in the wood,” sayes Robin;
| 44. Robin did off his gowne of greene, "By thee I set right nought;
Sir Guye hee did it throwe; My name is Robin Hood of Barnes
And hee put on that capull-hyde
That cladd him topp to toe. A ffellow thou has long sought.” 36. He that had neither beene a kithe nor | 45. “The bowe, the arrowes, and litle kin
horne, Might have seene a full fayre sight,
And with me now I'le beare; To see how together these yeomen
For now I will goe to Barne[s]dale, went,
To see how my men doe ffare.”
46. Robin sette Guyes horne to his mouth,
A lowd blast in it he did blow; 37. To have seene how these yeomen to That beheard the sheriffe of Nottinggether foug[ht]
ham, Two howers of a summer's day;
As he leaned under a lowe.” Itt was neither Guy nor Robin Hood
That ffettled them to flye away. 47. “Hearken! hearken!” sayd the sheriffe, 38. Robin was reacheles on’a roote,
“I heard noe tydings but good; And stumbled at that tyde,
For yonder I heare Sir Guyes horne
blowe, And Guy was quicke and nimble with-all,
For he hath slaine Robin Hoode. And hitt him ore the left side.
48. “For yonder I heare Sir Guyes horne 39. “Ah, deere Lady!” sayd Robin
Itt blowes soe well in tyde, “Thou art both mother and may! 3 For yonder comes that wighty yeoI thinke it was never mans destinye
man, To dye before his day.”
Cladd in his capull-hyde. prepared. ? careless of.
3 maid. I " backhanded.
49. “Come hither, thou good Sir Guy,
Aske of mee what thou wilt have:”. “I'le none of thy gold,” sayes Robin
57. Towards his house in Nottingam
He ffled ful fast away,
Not one behind did stay.
Nor away soe fast runn,
Did cleave his heart in twinn.
50. “But now I have slaine the master,"
Nor noe other will I have.”
Thi Let melde
51. “Thou art a madman,” said the
shiriffe, “Thou sholdest have had a knights
52. But Litle John heard his master
speake, Well he knew that was his steven;1 “Now shall I be loset," quoth Litle
John, “With Christ's might in heaven.”
53. But Robin hee hyed him towards Litle
Fast after him did drive.
ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH AND
Down a down a down a down
Hey, etc. 2. “But I am not able to shoot one shot
more, My broad arrows will not flee; But I have a cousin lives down below,
Please God, she will bleed me.” 3. Now Robin he is to fair Kirkly gone,
As fast as he can win;
He was taken very ill. 4. And when he came to fair Kirkly-hall,
He knockd all at the ring,
For to let bold Robin in. 5. “Will you please to sit down, cousin
Robin,” she said,
Till I am blooded by thee.” 6. “Well, I have a room, cousin Robin,"
You blooded by me shall be." 7. She took him by the lily-white hand,
And led him to a private room,
54. “Stand abacke! stand abacke!” sayd
Robin; “Why draw you mee soe neere? Itt was never the use in our countrye
One's shrift another shold heere."
55. But Robin pulled forth an Irysh kniffe,
And losed John hand and ffoote,
56. But John tooke Guyes bow in his
handHis arrowes were rawstye' by the
8. She blooded him in a vein of the arm, And lay my bent bow by my side, And locked him up in the room;
Which was my music sweet; Then did he bleed all the live-long day, And make my grave of gravel and Until the next day at noon.
Which is most right and meet. 9. He then bethought him of a casement there,
| 18. "Let me have length and breadth Thinking for to get down;
enough, But was so weak he could not leap,
With a green sod under my head; He could not get him down.
That they may say, when I am dead,
Here lies bold Robin Hood." 10. He then bethought him of his buglehorn,
19. These words they readily granted him, Which hung low down to his knee;
Which did bold Robin please: He set his horn unto his mouth,
And there they buried bold Robin And blew out weak blasts three.
Within the fair Kirkleys.
THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT “I fear my master is now near dead,
1. The Persë owt off Northombarlonde, He blows so wearily.”
and avowe to God mayd he
That he would hunte in the mown12. Then Little John to fair Kirkly is gone,
tayns As fast as he can dree;
off Chyviat within days thre, But when he came to Kirkly-hall,
In the magger of doughtë Dogles, He broke locks two or three:
and all that ever with him be.
6. Then the wyld' thorowe the woodës 14. The dougheti Dogglas on a stede, went,
he rode alle his men beforne; on every sydë shear;2
His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede;15 Greahondës thorowe the grevis3 a boldar barne16 was never born.
15. “Tell me whos men ye ar,” he says,
“or whos men that ye be: 7. This begane in Chyviat the hyls Who gave youe leave to hunte in this abone,
Chyviat chays, yerly on a Monnyn-day;
in the spyt of myn and of me.” Be that it drewe to the oware off
16. The first mane that ever him an
yt was the good lord Persë: 8. Thes blewe a morto uppone the bent,
“We wyll not tell the whoys men the semblydeł on sydis" shear;
we ar,” he says, To the quyrry then the Persë went,
“nor whos men that we be; to se the bryttlyngel off the deare.
But we wyll hounte hear in this chays,
in the spyt of thyne and of the. 9. He sayd, “It was the Duglas promys,
this day to met me hear; But I wyste he wolde faylle, vera- | 17.
gera | 17. “The fattiste hartës in all Chyviat ment;"
we have kyld, and cast to carry a great oth the Persë swear.
“Be my troth,” sayd the doughetë 10. At the laste a squyar off Northomber
“therfor the ton of us shall de this londe lokyde at his hand full ny; He was war a the dougherie Doglas commynge,
| 18. Then sayd the doughtë Doglas with him a myghttë meany.
unto the lord Persë:
“To kyll alle thes giltles men, 11. Both with spear, bylle, and brande,
alas, it wear great pittë! yt was a myghtti sight to se; . Hardyar men, both off hart nor hande, 19. “But, Persë, thowe art a lord of lande, wear not in Cristiantë.
I am a yerle callyd within my contrë;
Let all our men uppone a parti stande, 12. The wear twenti hondrith spear-men and do the battell off the and of
good, withoute any feale; The wear borne along be the watter a 20. “Nowe Cristes cors on his crowne,” Twyde,
sayd the lord Persë, yth13 bowndës of Tividale.
“who-so-ever ther-to says nay!
Be my troth, doughttë Doglas,” he 13. “Leave of the brytlyng of the dear,” |
“thow shalt never se that day,
21. “Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar For never sithe ye wear on your
France, mothars borne
nor for no man of a woman born, had ye never so mickle nede.”
But, and fortune be my chance, 1 deer. ! several. S groves. darted above.
I dar met him, on man for on.” a blast of the horn announcing the deer's death. 10 met. 11 hillsides. 12 butchering. 13 in the. 14 bows.
6 by the time that.
7 hour of noon.
15 coal of fire.
22. Then bespayke a squyar off Northom- 30. Thorowe ryche male and myneyeple, barlonde,
many sternes the strocke done Richard Wytharyngton was his
Many a freykell that was fulle fre, "It shall never be told in Sothe ther undar foot dyd lyght.
Ynglonde,” he says, "to Kyng Herry the Fourth for / 31. At last the Duglas and the Persë met, sham.
lyk to captayns of myght and of
mayne; 23. “I wat youe byn great lordës twaw, The swaptell togethar tylle the both
I am a poor squyar of lande: I wylle never se my captayne fyght on with Swordes that wear of fyn a fylde,
myllan. 13 and stande my selffe and loocke on, But whylle I may my weppone welde, 32.
| 32. Thes worthë freckys for to fyght, I wylle not (fayle) both hart and
ther-to the wear fulle fayne, hande.”
Tylle the bloode owte of thear
basnetes sprente 24. That day, that day, that dredfull day!
as ever dyd heal?4 or ra[y]n. the first fit' here I fynde;
33. “Yelde the, Persë,” sayde the Doglas, And youe wyll here any mor a the
“and i feth I shalle the brynge hountyng a the Chyviat,
Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis yet ys ther mor behynde.
of Jamy our Skottish kynge. 25. The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys 34. “Thou shalte have thy ransom fre, yebent,
I hight15 the hear this thinge; ther hartes wer good yenoughe;
For the manfullyste man yet art The first off arros that the shote off,
thowe seven skore spear-men the sloughe.? that ever I conqueryd in filde
fighttynge.” 26. Yet byddys the yerle Doglas uppon the bent,
35. “Nay,” sayd the lord Persë, a captayne good yenoughe,
“I tolde it the beforne, And that was sene verament,
That I wolde never yeldyde be for he wrought hom both woo and to no man of a woman born.” wouche.3
36. With that ther cam an arrowe hastely, 27. The Dogglas partyd his ost in thre, forthe off a myghttë wane;16 lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde;
Hit hathe strekene the yerle Duglas With suar* spears off myghttë tre,
in at the brest-bane. the cum in on every syde:
37. Thorowe lyvard7 and longës bathel
the sharpe arrowe ys gane, 28. Thrughe our Yngglyshe archery
That never after in all his lyffe-days gave many a wounde fulle wyde;
he spayke mo wordës but ane: many a doughetë the garde to dy,
That was, “Fyghte ye, my myrry which ganyde them no pryde.
men, whyllys ye may, 29. The Ynglyshe men let ther boys be,
for my lyff-days ben gan.” and pulde owt brandes that wer 38. The Persë leanyde on his brande, brighte;
and sawe the Duglas de; It was a hevy syght to se
He tooke the dede mane by the hande, bryght swordes on basnitesø lyght. and sayd,“Wo ys me for the!
7 gauntlet. 8 stern men. down. 10 bold man. 1 division of the story, chapter. ? slew. 3 harm.
11 smote. 12 sweated. 18 Milan steel. 14 hail.