In schomer, when the leves spryng,The bloschems on every bowe,So merey doyt the berdys syng,Yn wodys merey now.Herkens, god yemen,Comley, cortessey, and god,On of the best that yever bar bou,Hes name was Roben Hode.Roben Hood was the yemans name,That was boyt corteys and fre ;For the loffe of owr ladey,All wemen werschep ‘he.’214Bot as the god yeman stod on a day,Among hes mery manèy,He was war of a prowd potter,Cam dryfyng owyr the ‘ley.’215Yonder comet a prod potter, seyde216Roben,That long hayt hantyd this wey,He was never so corteys a manOn peney of pawage to pay.{83}Y met hem bot at Wentbreg, seyde217Lytyll John,And therfor yeffell mot he the,Seche thre strokes he me gafe,Yet they cleffe by my seydys.Y ley forty shillings, seyde Lytyll John,To pay het thes same day,Ther ys nat a man among hus218allA wed schall make hem ley.219Her ys forty shillings, seyde Robèn,Mor, and thow dar say,That y schall make that prowde pottèr,A wed to me schall he ley.Ther thes money they leyde,They toke het a yeman to kepe ;Roben befor the potter he breyde,‘And up to hem can lepe.’220Handys apon hes horse he leyde,And bad ‘hem’221stonde foll stell.The potter schorteley to hem seyde,Felow, what ys they well ?All thes thre yer, and mor, potter, he seyde,Thow hast hantyd thes wey,Yet wer tow never so cortys a manOne peney of pauage to pay.{84}What ys they name, seyde the potter,For pauage thow aske of me ?“Roben Hod ys mey name,A wed schall thow leffe me.”Wed well y non leffe, seyde the potter,Nor pavag well y non pay ;Awey they honde fro mey horse,Y well the tene eyls, be mey fay.The potter to hes cart he went,He was not to seke,A god to-hande staffe therowt he hent,Befor Roben he ‘lepe.’222Roben howt with a swerd bent,A bokeler on hes honde [therto] ;The potter to Roben he went,And seyde, Felow, let mey horse go.Togeder then went thes two yemen,Het was a god seyt to se ;Therof low Robyn hes men,Ther they stod onder a tre.Leytell John to hes felowhes223seyde,Yend potter welle steffeley stonde.The potter, with a caward stroke,Smot the bokeler owt of hes honde ;{85}And224ar Roben meyt get hen agen,Hes bokeler at hes fette,The potter yn the neke hem toke,To the gronde sone he yede.That saw Roben hes men,As thay stode ender a bow ;Let us helpe owr master, seyed Lytell John,Yonder potter els well225hem sclo.These yemen went226with a breyde,To ‘ther’227master they cam.Leytell John to hes master seyde,Ho haet the wager won ?Schall y haff yowr forty shillings, seyde Lytel228John,Or ye, master, schall haffe myne ?Yeff they wer a hundred, seyde Robèn,Y feythe, they ben all theyne.Het ys fol leytell cortesey, seyde the potter,As y haffe harde weyse men saye,Yeff a por yeman com drywyng ower the wey,To let hem of hes gorney.Be mey trowet, thow seys soyt, seyde Roben,Thow seys god yemenrey ;229And thow dreyffe forthe yevery day,Thow schalt never be let for me.{86}Y well prey the, god potter,A felischepe well thow haffe ?Geffe me they clothyng, and thow schalt hafe myne ;Y well go to Notynggam.Y grant230therto, seyde the potter,Thow schalt feynde me a felow gode ;Bot thow can sell mey pottes well,Com ayen as thow yode.231Nay, be mey trowt, seyde Roben,And then y bescro mey hede,Yeffe y bryng eney pottes ayen,And eney weyffe well hem chepe.Than spake Leytell John,And all hes felowhes heynd,Master, be well war of the screffe of Notynggam,For he ys leytell howr frende.Thorow the helpe of howr ladey,Felowhes, let me alone ;Heyt war howte, seyde Roben,To Notynggam well y gon.Robyn went to Notynggam,Thes pottes for to sell ;The potter abode with Robens men,Ther he fered not eylle.232{87}Tho Roben droffe on hes wey,So merey ower the londe.Heres mor and affter ys to saye,The best ys beheynde.
In schomer, when the leves spryng,The bloschems on every bowe,So merey doyt the berdys syng,Yn wodys merey now.Herkens, god yemen,Comley, cortessey, and god,On of the best that yever bar bou,Hes name was Roben Hode.Roben Hood was the yemans name,That was boyt corteys and fre ;For the loffe of owr ladey,All wemen werschep ‘he.’214Bot as the god yeman stod on a day,Among hes mery manèy,He was war of a prowd potter,Cam dryfyng owyr the ‘ley.’215Yonder comet a prod potter, seyde216Roben,That long hayt hantyd this wey,He was never so corteys a manOn peney of pawage to pay.{83}Y met hem bot at Wentbreg, seyde217Lytyll John,And therfor yeffell mot he the,Seche thre strokes he me gafe,Yet they cleffe by my seydys.Y ley forty shillings, seyde Lytyll John,To pay het thes same day,Ther ys nat a man among hus218allA wed schall make hem ley.219Her ys forty shillings, seyde Robèn,Mor, and thow dar say,That y schall make that prowde pottèr,A wed to me schall he ley.Ther thes money they leyde,They toke het a yeman to kepe ;Roben befor the potter he breyde,‘And up to hem can lepe.’220Handys apon hes horse he leyde,And bad ‘hem’221stonde foll stell.The potter schorteley to hem seyde,Felow, what ys they well ?All thes thre yer, and mor, potter, he seyde,Thow hast hantyd thes wey,Yet wer tow never so cortys a manOne peney of pauage to pay.{84}What ys they name, seyde the potter,For pauage thow aske of me ?“Roben Hod ys mey name,A wed schall thow leffe me.”Wed well y non leffe, seyde the potter,Nor pavag well y non pay ;Awey they honde fro mey horse,Y well the tene eyls, be mey fay.The potter to hes cart he went,He was not to seke,A god to-hande staffe therowt he hent,Befor Roben he ‘lepe.’222Roben howt with a swerd bent,A bokeler on hes honde [therto] ;The potter to Roben he went,And seyde, Felow, let mey horse go.Togeder then went thes two yemen,Het was a god seyt to se ;Therof low Robyn hes men,Ther they stod onder a tre.Leytell John to hes felowhes223seyde,Yend potter welle steffeley stonde.The potter, with a caward stroke,Smot the bokeler owt of hes honde ;{85}And224ar Roben meyt get hen agen,Hes bokeler at hes fette,The potter yn the neke hem toke,To the gronde sone he yede.That saw Roben hes men,As thay stode ender a bow ;Let us helpe owr master, seyed Lytell John,Yonder potter els well225hem sclo.These yemen went226with a breyde,To ‘ther’227master they cam.Leytell John to hes master seyde,Ho haet the wager won ?Schall y haff yowr forty shillings, seyde Lytel228John,Or ye, master, schall haffe myne ?Yeff they wer a hundred, seyde Robèn,Y feythe, they ben all theyne.Het ys fol leytell cortesey, seyde the potter,As y haffe harde weyse men saye,Yeff a por yeman com drywyng ower the wey,To let hem of hes gorney.Be mey trowet, thow seys soyt, seyde Roben,Thow seys god yemenrey ;229And thow dreyffe forthe yevery day,Thow schalt never be let for me.{86}Y well prey the, god potter,A felischepe well thow haffe ?Geffe me they clothyng, and thow schalt hafe myne ;Y well go to Notynggam.Y grant230therto, seyde the potter,Thow schalt feynde me a felow gode ;Bot thow can sell mey pottes well,Com ayen as thow yode.231Nay, be mey trowt, seyde Roben,And then y bescro mey hede,Yeffe y bryng eney pottes ayen,And eney weyffe well hem chepe.Than spake Leytell John,And all hes felowhes heynd,Master, be well war of the screffe of Notynggam,For he ys leytell howr frende.Thorow the helpe of howr ladey,Felowhes, let me alone ;Heyt war howte, seyde Roben,To Notynggam well y gon.Robyn went to Notynggam,Thes pottes for to sell ;The potter abode with Robens men,Ther he fered not eylle.232{87}Tho Roben droffe on hes wey,So merey ower the londe.Heres mor and affter ys to saye,The best ys beheynde.
In schomer, when the leves spryng,The bloschems on every bowe,So merey doyt the berdys syng,Yn wodys merey now.
In schomer, when the leves spryng,
The bloschems on every bowe,
So merey doyt the berdys syng,
Yn wodys merey now.
Herkens, god yemen,Comley, cortessey, and god,On of the best that yever bar bou,Hes name was Roben Hode.
Herkens, god yemen,
Comley, cortessey, and god,
On of the best that yever bar bou,
Hes name was Roben Hode.
Roben Hood was the yemans name,That was boyt corteys and fre ;For the loffe of owr ladey,All wemen werschep ‘he.’214
Roben Hood was the yemans name,
That was boyt corteys and fre ;
For the loffe of owr ladey,
All wemen werschep ‘he.’214
Bot as the god yeman stod on a day,Among hes mery manèy,He was war of a prowd potter,Cam dryfyng owyr the ‘ley.’215
Bot as the god yeman stod on a day,
Among hes mery manèy,
He was war of a prowd potter,
Cam dryfyng owyr the ‘ley.’215
Yonder comet a prod potter, seyde216Roben,That long hayt hantyd this wey,He was never so corteys a manOn peney of pawage to pay.{83}
Yonder comet a prod potter, seyde216Roben,
That long hayt hantyd this wey,
He was never so corteys a man
On peney of pawage to pay.{83}
Y met hem bot at Wentbreg, seyde217Lytyll John,And therfor yeffell mot he the,Seche thre strokes he me gafe,Yet they cleffe by my seydys.
Y met hem bot at Wentbreg, seyde217Lytyll John,
And therfor yeffell mot he the,
Seche thre strokes he me gafe,
Yet they cleffe by my seydys.
Y ley forty shillings, seyde Lytyll John,To pay het thes same day,Ther ys nat a man among hus218allA wed schall make hem ley.219
Y ley forty shillings, seyde Lytyll John,
To pay het thes same day,
Ther ys nat a man among hus218all
A wed schall make hem ley.219
Her ys forty shillings, seyde Robèn,Mor, and thow dar say,That y schall make that prowde pottèr,A wed to me schall he ley.
Her ys forty shillings, seyde Robèn,
Mor, and thow dar say,
That y schall make that prowde pottèr,
A wed to me schall he ley.
Ther thes money they leyde,They toke het a yeman to kepe ;Roben befor the potter he breyde,‘And up to hem can lepe.’220
Ther thes money they leyde,
They toke het a yeman to kepe ;
Roben befor the potter he breyde,
‘And up to hem can lepe.’220
Handys apon hes horse he leyde,And bad ‘hem’221stonde foll stell.The potter schorteley to hem seyde,Felow, what ys they well ?
Handys apon hes horse he leyde,
And bad ‘hem’221stonde foll stell.
The potter schorteley to hem seyde,
Felow, what ys they well ?
All thes thre yer, and mor, potter, he seyde,Thow hast hantyd thes wey,Yet wer tow never so cortys a manOne peney of pauage to pay.{84}
All thes thre yer, and mor, potter, he seyde,
Thow hast hantyd thes wey,
Yet wer tow never so cortys a man
One peney of pauage to pay.{84}
What ys they name, seyde the potter,For pauage thow aske of me ?“Roben Hod ys mey name,A wed schall thow leffe me.”
What ys they name, seyde the potter,
For pauage thow aske of me ?
“Roben Hod ys mey name,
A wed schall thow leffe me.”
Wed well y non leffe, seyde the potter,Nor pavag well y non pay ;Awey they honde fro mey horse,Y well the tene eyls, be mey fay.
Wed well y non leffe, seyde the potter,
Nor pavag well y non pay ;
Awey they honde fro mey horse,
Y well the tene eyls, be mey fay.
The potter to hes cart he went,He was not to seke,A god to-hande staffe therowt he hent,Befor Roben he ‘lepe.’222
The potter to hes cart he went,
He was not to seke,
A god to-hande staffe therowt he hent,
Befor Roben he ‘lepe.’222
Roben howt with a swerd bent,A bokeler on hes honde [therto] ;The potter to Roben he went,And seyde, Felow, let mey horse go.
Roben howt with a swerd bent,
A bokeler on hes honde [therto] ;
The potter to Roben he went,
And seyde, Felow, let mey horse go.
Togeder then went thes two yemen,Het was a god seyt to se ;Therof low Robyn hes men,Ther they stod onder a tre.
Togeder then went thes two yemen,
Het was a god seyt to se ;
Therof low Robyn hes men,
Ther they stod onder a tre.
Leytell John to hes felowhes223seyde,Yend potter welle steffeley stonde.The potter, with a caward stroke,Smot the bokeler owt of hes honde ;{85}
Leytell John to hes felowhes223seyde,
Yend potter welle steffeley stonde.
The potter, with a caward stroke,
Smot the bokeler owt of hes honde ;{85}
And224ar Roben meyt get hen agen,Hes bokeler at hes fette,The potter yn the neke hem toke,To the gronde sone he yede.
And224ar Roben meyt get hen agen,
Hes bokeler at hes fette,
The potter yn the neke hem toke,
To the gronde sone he yede.
That saw Roben hes men,As thay stode ender a bow ;Let us helpe owr master, seyed Lytell John,Yonder potter els well225hem sclo.
That saw Roben hes men,
As thay stode ender a bow ;
Let us helpe owr master, seyed Lytell John,
Yonder potter els well225hem sclo.
These yemen went226with a breyde,To ‘ther’227master they cam.Leytell John to hes master seyde,Ho haet the wager won ?
These yemen went226with a breyde,
To ‘ther’227master they cam.
Leytell John to hes master seyde,
Ho haet the wager won ?
Schall y haff yowr forty shillings, seyde Lytel228John,Or ye, master, schall haffe myne ?Yeff they wer a hundred, seyde Robèn,Y feythe, they ben all theyne.
Schall y haff yowr forty shillings, seyde Lytel228John,
Or ye, master, schall haffe myne ?
Yeff they wer a hundred, seyde Robèn,
Y feythe, they ben all theyne.
Het ys fol leytell cortesey, seyde the potter,As y haffe harde weyse men saye,Yeff a por yeman com drywyng ower the wey,To let hem of hes gorney.
Het ys fol leytell cortesey, seyde the potter,
As y haffe harde weyse men saye,
Yeff a por yeman com drywyng ower the wey,
To let hem of hes gorney.
Be mey trowet, thow seys soyt, seyde Roben,Thow seys god yemenrey ;229And thow dreyffe forthe yevery day,Thow schalt never be let for me.{86}
Be mey trowet, thow seys soyt, seyde Roben,
Thow seys god yemenrey ;229
And thow dreyffe forthe yevery day,
Thow schalt never be let for me.{86}
Y well prey the, god potter,A felischepe well thow haffe ?Geffe me they clothyng, and thow schalt hafe myne ;Y well go to Notynggam.
Y well prey the, god potter,
A felischepe well thow haffe ?
Geffe me they clothyng, and thow schalt hafe myne ;
Y well go to Notynggam.
Y grant230therto, seyde the potter,Thow schalt feynde me a felow gode ;Bot thow can sell mey pottes well,Com ayen as thow yode.231
Y grant230therto, seyde the potter,
Thow schalt feynde me a felow gode ;
Bot thow can sell mey pottes well,
Com ayen as thow yode.231
Nay, be mey trowt, seyde Roben,And then y bescro mey hede,Yeffe y bryng eney pottes ayen,And eney weyffe well hem chepe.
Nay, be mey trowt, seyde Roben,
And then y bescro mey hede,
Yeffe y bryng eney pottes ayen,
And eney weyffe well hem chepe.
Than spake Leytell John,And all hes felowhes heynd,Master, be well war of the screffe of Notynggam,For he ys leytell howr frende.
Than spake Leytell John,
And all hes felowhes heynd,
Master, be well war of the screffe of Notynggam,
For he ys leytell howr frende.
Thorow the helpe of howr ladey,Felowhes, let me alone ;Heyt war howte, seyde Roben,To Notynggam well y gon.
Thorow the helpe of howr ladey,
Felowhes, let me alone ;
Heyt war howte, seyde Roben,
To Notynggam well y gon.
Robyn went to Notynggam,Thes pottes for to sell ;The potter abode with Robens men,Ther he fered not eylle.232{87}
Robyn went to Notynggam,
Thes pottes for to sell ;
The potter abode with Robens men,
Ther he fered not eylle.232{87}
Tho Roben droffe on hes wey,So merey ower the londe.Heres mor and affter ys to saye,The best ys beheynde.
Tho Roben droffe on hes wey,
So merey ower the londe.
Heres mor and affter ys to saye,
The best ys beheynde.