WHEN Shaws beene sheene, and shradds full fayre, Itt is merrye walking in the fayre forrèst The woodweele sang, and wold not cease, Soe lowde, he wakened Robin Hood, "Now by my faye," sayd jollye Robin, I dreamt me of tow wighty yemen, Methought they did mee beate and binde, "Sweavens are swift, Master," quoth John, "Buske yee, bowne yee, my merry men all, 5 10 15 20 For Ile goe seeke yond wight yeomen, Then the cast on their gownes of grene, 25 And they away to the greene forrèst Untill they came to the merry greenwood, There were the ware of a wight yeomàn, 30 Ver. 1. for "shaws" the MS. has "shales" and "shradds" should perhaps be "Swards": i.e. the surface of the ground: viz." when the fields are in their beauty": or perhaps "shades". A sword and a dagger he wore by his side, And he was clad in his capull hyde "Stand you still, master," quoth Litle John, And I will go to yond wight yeoman "Ah! John, by me thou settest noe store, And that I farley finde : How offt send I my men beffore, And tarry my selfe behinde ? It is no cunning a knave to ken, And a man but heare him speake; And itt were not for bursting of my bowe, As often wordes they breeden bale, And John is gone to Barnesdale : 35 40 45 50 But when he came to Barnesdale, Great heavinesse there hee hadd, For he found tow of his owne fellòwes Were slaine both in a slade. 55 And Scarlette he was flyinge a-foote For the sheriffe with seven score men Fast after him is gone. "One shoote now, I will shoote," quoth John, "With Christ his might and mayne; Ile make yond fellow that flyes soe fast, To stopp he shall be fayne." 60 * i. e. vays, passes, paths, ridings. "Gate" is a common word the North for "Way." ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE. Then John bent up his long bende-bowe, The bow was made of a tender boughe, "Woe worth, woe worth thee, wicked wood, That ere thou grew on a tree; For now this day thou art my bale, My boote when thou shold bee." His shoote it was but loosely shott, Yet flewe not the arrowe in vaine, It had bene better of William a Trent Than to be that day in the green wood slade To meet with Little Johns arrowe. 80 But as it is said, when men be mett "Thou shalt be drawen by dale and downe, "But thou mayst fayle of thy purpose," quoth "If itt be Christ his will." Let us leave talking of Litle John, And thinke of Robin Hood, How he is gone to the wight yeoman, Where under the leaves he stood. [John, 85 90 "Good morrowe, good fellowe," sayd Robin so fayre, "Good morrowe, good fellow," quoth he: "Methinkes by this bowe thou beares in thy hande 95 A good archere thou sholdst bee." "I am wilfull of my waye," quo' the yeman, "And of my morning tyde." "Ile lead thee through the wood," sayd Robin ; "Good fellow, Ile be thy guide." 100 "I seeke an outlàwe," the straunger sayd, Rather Ild meet with that proud outlàwe "Now come with me, thou wighty yeman, First let us some masterye make Wee may chance to meet with Robin Hood They cutt them downe two summer shroggs, And sett them threescore rood in twaine "Leade on, good fellowe," quoth Robin Hood, "Leade on, I doe bidd thee." "Nay, by my faith, good fellowe," hee sayd, My leader thou shalt bee." The first time Robin shot at the pricke, He mist but an inch it froe: 105 110 115 120 The yeoman he was an archer good, The second shoote had the wightye yeman, 125 But Robin he shott far better than hee, "A blessing upon thy heart," he sayd; Now tell me thy name, good fellowe," sayd he, "Nay, by my faith," quoth bolde Robin, "Till thou have told me thine." 130 135 "I dwell by dale and downe," quoth hee, "My dwelling is in this wood," sayes Robin, I am Robin Hood of Barnèsdale, Whom thou so long hast sought.". He that had neither beene kithe nor kin, To see how these yeomen together they fought Yett neither Robin Hood nor sir Guy Robin was reachles on a roote, And Guy was quicke and nimble with-all, "Ah! deere Lady," sayd Robin Hood, I think it was never mans destinye "thou 144 145 150 155 160 The common epithet for a sword or other offensive weapon, in the old metrical romances, is Brown. As "brown brand," or brown sword: brown bill," &c. and sometimes even "bright brown sword." Chaucer applies the word rustie in the same sense; thus he describes the reve: "And by his side he bare a rusty blade." And even thus the God Mars: Prol. ver. 620. “And in his hand he had a rousty sword." Test. of Cressid. 188. See Warton's Spenser has sometimes used the same epithet. Observ. vol. ii. p. 62. It should seem, from this particularity, that our ancestors did not pique themselves upon keeping their weapons bright: perhaps they deemed it more honourable to carry them stained with the blood of their enemies. |