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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.”

my hand,

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.”
With blades both browne and

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

blow, Hoode,

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.

5 hill.

49. “Come hither, thou good Sir Guy,

Aske of mee what thou wilt have:”. “I'le none of thy gold,” sayes Robin

“Nor I'le none of itt have.

57. Towards his house in Nottingam

He ffled ful fast away,
And soe did all his companye,

Not one behind did stay.
58. But he cold neither soe fast goe,

Nor away soe fast runn,
But Litle John, with an arrow broade,

Did cleave his heart in twinn.

slaine the

50. “But now I have slaine the master,"

he sayd,
“Let me goe strike the knave;
This is all the reward I aske,

Nor noe other will I have.”

Thi Let melde

51. “Thou art a madman,” said the

shiriffe, “Thou sholdest have had a knights

Seeing thy asking [hath] beene soe

Well granted it shall be.”

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

Hee thought hee wold loose him

The sheriffe and all his companye

Fast after him did drive.


1. When Robin Hood and Little John

Down a down a down a down
Went oer yon bank of broom
Said Robin Hood bold to Little

“We have shot for many a pound.”

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;
But before he came there, as we do


He was taken very ill. 4. And when he came to fair Kirkly-hall,

He knockd all at the ring,
But none was so ready as his cousin


For to let bold Robin in. 5. “Will you please to sit down, cousin

Robin,” she said,
“And drink some beer with me?”
“No, I will neither eat nor drink,

Till I am blooded by thee.” 6. “Well, I have a room, cousin Robin,"

she said,
“Which you did never see,
And if you please to walk therein,

You blooded by me shall be." 7. She took him by the lily-white hand,

And led him to a private room,
And there she blooded bold Robin

While one drop of blood would run

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,
And gave him Sir Guyes bow in his

And bade it be his boote.3

56. But John tooke Guyes bow in his

handHis arrowes were rawstye' by the

The sherriffe saw Litle John draw a

And ffettle him to shoote..



1 voice.

2 quickly.

3 help.

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.
II. Then Little John, when hearing him,
As he sat under a tree,

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.

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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.

for to kyll thear dear.

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

a hondrith fat hartës ded ther lay.

16. The first mane that ever him an

answear mayd,

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.

them away.”

“Be my troth,” sayd the doughetë 10. At the laste a squyar off Northomber

Dogglas agay[n],

“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,” |

he sayd,

“thow shalt never se that day,
"and to your boysł4 lock ye tayk
good hede;

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.

& they.

15 coal of fire.

16 man.

17 one.

swat, 12

22. Then bespayke a squyar off Northom- 30. Thorowe ryche male and myneyeple, barlonde,

many sternes the strocke done Richard Wytharyngton was his

streght; nam:

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.


5 made.

6 helmets.

16 bid.

16 number.

17 liver,

18 both.

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