[THE SECOND FIT.]When Roben cam to Notynggam,The soyt yef y scholde saye,He set op hes horse anon,And gaffe hem hotys and haye.Yn the medys of the towne,Ther he schowed hes war,Pottys ! pottys ! he gan crey foll sone,Haffe hansell for the mar.Foll effen agenest the screffeys gate,Schowed he hes chaffar ;Weyffes and wedowes abowt hem drow,And chepyd fast of hes war.Yet, Pottys, gret chepe ! creyed Robyn,Y loffe yeffell thes to stonde.And all that saw233hem sell,Seyde he had be no potter long.{88}The pottys that wer werthe pens feyfte,He solde tham for pens thre :Preveley seyde man and weyffe,Ywnder potter schall never the.Thos Roben solde foll fast,Tell he had pottys bot feyffe ;Op he hem toke of his car,And sende hem to the screffeys weyffe.Therof sche was foll fayne,Gereamarsey, sir, than seyde sche,234When ye com to thes contre ayen,Y schall bey of ‘they’235pottys, so mot y the.Ye schall haffe of the best, seyde Roben,And swar be the treneytè.Foll corteysley ‘she’236gan hem call,Come deyne with the screfe and me.Godamarsey, seyde Roben,Yowr bedyng schall be doyn.A mayden yn the pottys gan ber,Roben and the screffe weyffe folowed anon.Whan Roben ynto the hall cam,The screffe sone he met,The potter cowed of corteysey,And sone the screffe he gret.THE BANQUET.THE BANQUET.{89}“Loketh237what thes potter hayt geffe yow and me !Feyffe pottys smalle and grete !”He ys fol welcom, seyd the screffe,Let os was, and ‘go’238to mete.As they sat at her methe,With a nobell cher,Two of the screffes men gan spekeOff a gret wagèr,Was made the thother daye,Off a schotyng was god and feyne,239Off forty shillings, the soyt to saye,Who scholde thes wager wen.Styll than sat thes prowde potter,Thos than thowt he,As y am a trow Cerstyn man,Thes schotyng well y se.When they had fared of the best,With bred and ale and weyne,To the ‘bottys they’240made them prest,With bowes and boltys241foll feyne.The screffes men schot foll fast,As archares that weren godde,Ther cam non ner ney the markeBey halfe a god archares bowe.{90}Stell then stod the prowde potter,Thos than seyde he,And y had a bow, be the rode,On schot scholde yow se.Thow schall haffe a bow, seyde the screffe,The best that thow well cheys of thre :Thow semyst242a stalward and a stronge,Asay schall thow be.The screffe comandyd a yeman that stod hem beyAffter bowhes to wende ;The best bow that the yeman browtheRoben set on a stryng.“Now schall y wet and thow be god,And polle het op to they ner.”So god me helpe, seyde the prowde pottèr,Thys ys bot rygzt weke ger.To a quequer Roben went,A god bolt owthe he toke,So ney on to the marke he went,He fayled not a fothe.All they schot abowthe agen,The screffes men and he,Off the marke he welde not fayle,He cleffed the preke on thre.{91}The screffes men thowt gret schame,The potter the mastry wan ;The screffe lowe and made god game,And seyde, Potter, thow art a man ;Thow art worthey to ber a bowe,Yn what plas that thow ‘gang.’243Yn mey cart y haffe a bowe,Forsoyt, he seyde, and that a godde ;Yn mey cart ys the bowThat ‘I had of Robyn Hode.’244Knowest thow Robyn Hode ? seyde the screffe,Potter, y prey the tell thou me.“A hundred torne y haffe schot with hem,Under hes tortyll tre.”Y had lever nar a hundred ponde, seyde the screffe,And swar be the trenitè,[Y had lever nar a hundred ponde, he seyde,]That the fals owtelawe stod be me.And ye well do afftyr mey red, seyde the potter,And boldeley go with me,And to morow, or we het bred,Roben Hode wel we se.{92}Y well queyt the, kod the screffe,And swere be god of meythe.245Schetyng thay left, and hom they went,Her scoper was redey deythe.Upon the morow, when het was day,He boskyd hem forthe to reyde ;The potter hes carte forthe gan ray,And wolde not [be] leffe beheynde.He toke leffe of the screffys wyffe,And thankyd her of all thyng :“Dam, for mey loffe, and ye well thys wer,Y geffe yow her a golde ryng.”Gramarsey, seyde the weyffe,Sir, god eylde het the.The screffes hart was never so leythe,The feyr forest to se.And when he cam ynto the foreyst,Yonder the leffes grene,Berdys ther sange on bowhes prest,Het was gret goy to sene.Her het ys merey to be,246seyde Roben,For a man that had hawt to spende :Be mey horne ‘we’247schal awetYeff Roben Hode be ‘ner hande.’{93}Roben set hes horne to hes248mowthe,And blow a blast that was foll god,That herde hes men that ther stode,Fer249downe yn the wodde.I her mey master, seyde Leytyll John :They ran as thay wer wode.Whan thay to thar master cam,Leytell John wold not spar :“Master, how haffe yow far yn Notynggam ?Haffe250yow solde yowr war ?”“Ye, be mey trowthe, Leytyll251John,Loke thow take no car ;Y haffe browt the screffe of Notynggam,For all howr chaffar.”He ys foll wellcom, seyde Lytyll John,Thes tydyng ys foll godde.The screffe had lever nar a hundred ponde[He had never sene Roben Hode].“Had I west252that beforen,At Notynggam when we wer,Thow scholde not com yn feyr forestOf all thes thowsande eyr.”{94}That wot y well, seyde Roben,Y thanke god that y be253her ;Therfor schall ye leffe yowr horse with hos,And all your hother ger.That fend I godys forbode, kod the screffe,So to lese mey godde.“Hether ye254cam on horse foll hey,And hom schall ye go on fote ;And gret well they weyffe at home,The woman ys foll godde.Y schall her sende a wheyt palffrey,255Het hambellet as the weynde ;Ner for the loffe of yowr weyffe,Off mor sorow scholde yow seyng.”Thes parted Robyn Hode and the screffe,To Notynggam he toke the waye ;Hes weyffe feyr welcomed hem hom,And to hem gan sche saye :Seyr, how haffe yow fared yn grene foreyst ?Haffe ye browt Roben hom ?“Dam, the deyell spede hem, bothe bodey and bon,Y haffe hade a foll grete skorne.{95}Of all the god that y haffe lade to grene wod,He hayt take het fro me,All bot this feyr palffrey,That he hayt sende to the.”With that sche toke op a lowde lawhyng,And swhar be hem that deyed on tre :“Now haffe you payed for all the pottysThat Roben gaffe to me.Now ye be com hom to Notynggam,Ye schall haffe god ynowe.”Now speke we of Roben Hode,And of the pottyr onder the grene bowhe.256“Potter, what was they pottys wortheTo Notynggam that y ledde with me ?”They wer worth two nobellys, seyd he,So mot y treyffe or the ;So cowde y had for tham,And y had ther be.257Thow schalt hafe ten ponde, seyde Roben,Of money feyr and fre :And yever whan thow comest to grene wod,Wellcom, potter, to me.{96}Thes partyd Robyn, the screffe, and the potter,Ondernethe the grene wod tre.God haffe mersey on Roben Hodys solle,And saffe all god yemanrey !{97}
When Roben cam to Notynggam,The soyt yef y scholde saye,He set op hes horse anon,And gaffe hem hotys and haye.Yn the medys of the towne,Ther he schowed hes war,Pottys ! pottys ! he gan crey foll sone,Haffe hansell for the mar.Foll effen agenest the screffeys gate,Schowed he hes chaffar ;Weyffes and wedowes abowt hem drow,And chepyd fast of hes war.Yet, Pottys, gret chepe ! creyed Robyn,Y loffe yeffell thes to stonde.And all that saw233hem sell,Seyde he had be no potter long.{88}The pottys that wer werthe pens feyfte,He solde tham for pens thre :Preveley seyde man and weyffe,Ywnder potter schall never the.Thos Roben solde foll fast,Tell he had pottys bot feyffe ;Op he hem toke of his car,And sende hem to the screffeys weyffe.Therof sche was foll fayne,Gereamarsey, sir, than seyde sche,234When ye com to thes contre ayen,Y schall bey of ‘they’235pottys, so mot y the.Ye schall haffe of the best, seyde Roben,And swar be the treneytè.Foll corteysley ‘she’236gan hem call,Come deyne with the screfe and me.Godamarsey, seyde Roben,Yowr bedyng schall be doyn.A mayden yn the pottys gan ber,Roben and the screffe weyffe folowed anon.Whan Roben ynto the hall cam,The screffe sone he met,The potter cowed of corteysey,And sone the screffe he gret.
When Roben cam to Notynggam,The soyt yef y scholde saye,He set op hes horse anon,And gaffe hem hotys and haye.
When Roben cam to Notynggam,
The soyt yef y scholde saye,
He set op hes horse anon,
And gaffe hem hotys and haye.
Yn the medys of the towne,Ther he schowed hes war,Pottys ! pottys ! he gan crey foll sone,Haffe hansell for the mar.
Yn the medys of the towne,
Ther he schowed hes war,
Pottys ! pottys ! he gan crey foll sone,
Haffe hansell for the mar.
Foll effen agenest the screffeys gate,Schowed he hes chaffar ;Weyffes and wedowes abowt hem drow,And chepyd fast of hes war.
Foll effen agenest the screffeys gate,
Schowed he hes chaffar ;
Weyffes and wedowes abowt hem drow,
And chepyd fast of hes war.
Yet, Pottys, gret chepe ! creyed Robyn,Y loffe yeffell thes to stonde.And all that saw233hem sell,Seyde he had be no potter long.{88}
Yet, Pottys, gret chepe ! creyed Robyn,
Y loffe yeffell thes to stonde.
And all that saw233hem sell,
Seyde he had be no potter long.{88}
The pottys that wer werthe pens feyfte,He solde tham for pens thre :Preveley seyde man and weyffe,Ywnder potter schall never the.
The pottys that wer werthe pens feyfte,
He solde tham for pens thre :
Preveley seyde man and weyffe,
Ywnder potter schall never the.
Thos Roben solde foll fast,Tell he had pottys bot feyffe ;Op he hem toke of his car,And sende hem to the screffeys weyffe.
Thos Roben solde foll fast,
Tell he had pottys bot feyffe ;
Op he hem toke of his car,
And sende hem to the screffeys weyffe.
Therof sche was foll fayne,Gereamarsey, sir, than seyde sche,234When ye com to thes contre ayen,Y schall bey of ‘they’235pottys, so mot y the.
Therof sche was foll fayne,
Gereamarsey, sir, than seyde sche,234
When ye com to thes contre ayen,
Y schall bey of ‘they’235pottys, so mot y the.
Ye schall haffe of the best, seyde Roben,And swar be the treneytè.Foll corteysley ‘she’236gan hem call,Come deyne with the screfe and me.
Ye schall haffe of the best, seyde Roben,
And swar be the treneytè.
Foll corteysley ‘she’236gan hem call,
Come deyne with the screfe and me.
Godamarsey, seyde Roben,Yowr bedyng schall be doyn.A mayden yn the pottys gan ber,Roben and the screffe weyffe folowed anon.
Godamarsey, seyde Roben,
Yowr bedyng schall be doyn.
A mayden yn the pottys gan ber,
Roben and the screffe weyffe folowed anon.
Whan Roben ynto the hall cam,The screffe sone he met,The potter cowed of corteysey,And sone the screffe he gret.
Whan Roben ynto the hall cam,
The screffe sone he met,
The potter cowed of corteysey,
And sone the screffe he gret.
THE BANQUET.
THE BANQUET.
THE BANQUET.
THE BANQUET.
{89}
“Loketh237what thes potter hayt geffe yow and me !Feyffe pottys smalle and grete !”He ys fol welcom, seyd the screffe,Let os was, and ‘go’238to mete.As they sat at her methe,With a nobell cher,Two of the screffes men gan spekeOff a gret wagèr,Was made the thother daye,Off a schotyng was god and feyne,239Off forty shillings, the soyt to saye,Who scholde thes wager wen.Styll than sat thes prowde potter,Thos than thowt he,As y am a trow Cerstyn man,Thes schotyng well y se.When they had fared of the best,With bred and ale and weyne,To the ‘bottys they’240made them prest,With bowes and boltys241foll feyne.The screffes men schot foll fast,As archares that weren godde,Ther cam non ner ney the markeBey halfe a god archares bowe.{90}Stell then stod the prowde potter,Thos than seyde he,And y had a bow, be the rode,On schot scholde yow se.Thow schall haffe a bow, seyde the screffe,The best that thow well cheys of thre :Thow semyst242a stalward and a stronge,Asay schall thow be.The screffe comandyd a yeman that stod hem beyAffter bowhes to wende ;The best bow that the yeman browtheRoben set on a stryng.“Now schall y wet and thow be god,And polle het op to they ner.”So god me helpe, seyde the prowde pottèr,Thys ys bot rygzt weke ger.To a quequer Roben went,A god bolt owthe he toke,So ney on to the marke he went,He fayled not a fothe.All they schot abowthe agen,The screffes men and he,Off the marke he welde not fayle,He cleffed the preke on thre.{91}The screffes men thowt gret schame,The potter the mastry wan ;The screffe lowe and made god game,And seyde, Potter, thow art a man ;Thow art worthey to ber a bowe,Yn what plas that thow ‘gang.’243Yn mey cart y haffe a bowe,Forsoyt, he seyde, and that a godde ;Yn mey cart ys the bowThat ‘I had of Robyn Hode.’244Knowest thow Robyn Hode ? seyde the screffe,Potter, y prey the tell thou me.“A hundred torne y haffe schot with hem,Under hes tortyll tre.”Y had lever nar a hundred ponde, seyde the screffe,And swar be the trenitè,[Y had lever nar a hundred ponde, he seyde,]That the fals owtelawe stod be me.And ye well do afftyr mey red, seyde the potter,And boldeley go with me,And to morow, or we het bred,Roben Hode wel we se.{92}Y well queyt the, kod the screffe,And swere be god of meythe.245Schetyng thay left, and hom they went,Her scoper was redey deythe.Upon the morow, when het was day,He boskyd hem forthe to reyde ;The potter hes carte forthe gan ray,And wolde not [be] leffe beheynde.He toke leffe of the screffys wyffe,And thankyd her of all thyng :“Dam, for mey loffe, and ye well thys wer,Y geffe yow her a golde ryng.”Gramarsey, seyde the weyffe,Sir, god eylde het the.The screffes hart was never so leythe,The feyr forest to se.And when he cam ynto the foreyst,Yonder the leffes grene,Berdys ther sange on bowhes prest,Het was gret goy to sene.Her het ys merey to be,246seyde Roben,For a man that had hawt to spende :Be mey horne ‘we’247schal awetYeff Roben Hode be ‘ner hande.’{93}Roben set hes horne to hes248mowthe,And blow a blast that was foll god,That herde hes men that ther stode,Fer249downe yn the wodde.I her mey master, seyde Leytyll John :They ran as thay wer wode.Whan thay to thar master cam,Leytell John wold not spar :“Master, how haffe yow far yn Notynggam ?Haffe250yow solde yowr war ?”“Ye, be mey trowthe, Leytyll251John,Loke thow take no car ;Y haffe browt the screffe of Notynggam,For all howr chaffar.”He ys foll wellcom, seyde Lytyll John,Thes tydyng ys foll godde.The screffe had lever nar a hundred ponde[He had never sene Roben Hode].“Had I west252that beforen,At Notynggam when we wer,Thow scholde not com yn feyr forestOf all thes thowsande eyr.”{94}That wot y well, seyde Roben,Y thanke god that y be253her ;Therfor schall ye leffe yowr horse with hos,And all your hother ger.That fend I godys forbode, kod the screffe,So to lese mey godde.“Hether ye254cam on horse foll hey,And hom schall ye go on fote ;And gret well they weyffe at home,The woman ys foll godde.Y schall her sende a wheyt palffrey,255Het hambellet as the weynde ;Ner for the loffe of yowr weyffe,Off mor sorow scholde yow seyng.”Thes parted Robyn Hode and the screffe,To Notynggam he toke the waye ;Hes weyffe feyr welcomed hem hom,And to hem gan sche saye :Seyr, how haffe yow fared yn grene foreyst ?Haffe ye browt Roben hom ?“Dam, the deyell spede hem, bothe bodey and bon,Y haffe hade a foll grete skorne.{95}Of all the god that y haffe lade to grene wod,He hayt take het fro me,All bot this feyr palffrey,That he hayt sende to the.”With that sche toke op a lowde lawhyng,And swhar be hem that deyed on tre :“Now haffe you payed for all the pottysThat Roben gaffe to me.Now ye be com hom to Notynggam,Ye schall haffe god ynowe.”Now speke we of Roben Hode,And of the pottyr onder the grene bowhe.256“Potter, what was they pottys wortheTo Notynggam that y ledde with me ?”They wer worth two nobellys, seyd he,So mot y treyffe or the ;So cowde y had for tham,And y had ther be.257Thow schalt hafe ten ponde, seyde Roben,Of money feyr and fre :And yever whan thow comest to grene wod,Wellcom, potter, to me.{96}Thes partyd Robyn, the screffe, and the potter,Ondernethe the grene wod tre.God haffe mersey on Roben Hodys solle,And saffe all god yemanrey !{97}
“Loketh237what thes potter hayt geffe yow and me !Feyffe pottys smalle and grete !”He ys fol welcom, seyd the screffe,Let os was, and ‘go’238to mete.
“Loketh237what thes potter hayt geffe yow and me !
Feyffe pottys smalle and grete !”
He ys fol welcom, seyd the screffe,
Let os was, and ‘go’238to mete.
As they sat at her methe,With a nobell cher,Two of the screffes men gan spekeOff a gret wagèr,
As they sat at her methe,
With a nobell cher,
Two of the screffes men gan speke
Off a gret wagèr,
Was made the thother daye,Off a schotyng was god and feyne,239Off forty shillings, the soyt to saye,Who scholde thes wager wen.
Was made the thother daye,
Off a schotyng was god and feyne,239
Off forty shillings, the soyt to saye,
Who scholde thes wager wen.
Styll than sat thes prowde potter,Thos than thowt he,As y am a trow Cerstyn man,Thes schotyng well y se.
Styll than sat thes prowde potter,
Thos than thowt he,
As y am a trow Cerstyn man,
Thes schotyng well y se.
When they had fared of the best,With bred and ale and weyne,To the ‘bottys they’240made them prest,With bowes and boltys241foll feyne.
When they had fared of the best,
With bred and ale and weyne,
To the ‘bottys they’240made them prest,
With bowes and boltys241foll feyne.
The screffes men schot foll fast,As archares that weren godde,Ther cam non ner ney the markeBey halfe a god archares bowe.{90}
The screffes men schot foll fast,
As archares that weren godde,
Ther cam non ner ney the marke
Bey halfe a god archares bowe.{90}
Stell then stod the prowde potter,Thos than seyde he,And y had a bow, be the rode,On schot scholde yow se.
Stell then stod the prowde potter,
Thos than seyde he,
And y had a bow, be the rode,
On schot scholde yow se.
Thow schall haffe a bow, seyde the screffe,The best that thow well cheys of thre :Thow semyst242a stalward and a stronge,Asay schall thow be.
Thow schall haffe a bow, seyde the screffe,
The best that thow well cheys of thre :
Thow semyst242a stalward and a stronge,
Asay schall thow be.
The screffe comandyd a yeman that stod hem beyAffter bowhes to wende ;The best bow that the yeman browtheRoben set on a stryng.
The screffe comandyd a yeman that stod hem bey
Affter bowhes to wende ;
The best bow that the yeman browthe
Roben set on a stryng.
“Now schall y wet and thow be god,And polle het op to they ner.”So god me helpe, seyde the prowde pottèr,Thys ys bot rygzt weke ger.
“Now schall y wet and thow be god,
And polle het op to they ner.”
So god me helpe, seyde the prowde pottèr,
Thys ys bot rygzt weke ger.
To a quequer Roben went,A god bolt owthe he toke,So ney on to the marke he went,He fayled not a fothe.
To a quequer Roben went,
A god bolt owthe he toke,
So ney on to the marke he went,
He fayled not a fothe.
All they schot abowthe agen,The screffes men and he,Off the marke he welde not fayle,He cleffed the preke on thre.{91}
All they schot abowthe agen,
The screffes men and he,
Off the marke he welde not fayle,
He cleffed the preke on thre.{91}
The screffes men thowt gret schame,The potter the mastry wan ;The screffe lowe and made god game,And seyde, Potter, thow art a man ;Thow art worthey to ber a bowe,Yn what plas that thow ‘gang.’243
The screffes men thowt gret schame,
The potter the mastry wan ;
The screffe lowe and made god game,
And seyde, Potter, thow art a man ;
Thow art worthey to ber a bowe,
Yn what plas that thow ‘gang.’243
Yn mey cart y haffe a bowe,Forsoyt, he seyde, and that a godde ;Yn mey cart ys the bowThat ‘I had of Robyn Hode.’244
Yn mey cart y haffe a bowe,
Forsoyt, he seyde, and that a godde ;
Yn mey cart ys the bow
That ‘I had of Robyn Hode.’244
Knowest thow Robyn Hode ? seyde the screffe,Potter, y prey the tell thou me.“A hundred torne y haffe schot with hem,Under hes tortyll tre.”
Knowest thow Robyn Hode ? seyde the screffe,
Potter, y prey the tell thou me.
“A hundred torne y haffe schot with hem,
Under hes tortyll tre.”
Y had lever nar a hundred ponde, seyde the screffe,And swar be the trenitè,[Y had lever nar a hundred ponde, he seyde,]That the fals owtelawe stod be me.
Y had lever nar a hundred ponde, seyde the screffe,
And swar be the trenitè,
[Y had lever nar a hundred ponde, he seyde,]
That the fals owtelawe stod be me.
And ye well do afftyr mey red, seyde the potter,And boldeley go with me,And to morow, or we het bred,Roben Hode wel we se.{92}
And ye well do afftyr mey red, seyde the potter,
And boldeley go with me,
And to morow, or we het bred,
Roben Hode wel we se.{92}
Y well queyt the, kod the screffe,And swere be god of meythe.245Schetyng thay left, and hom they went,Her scoper was redey deythe.
Y well queyt the, kod the screffe,
And swere be god of meythe.245
Schetyng thay left, and hom they went,
Her scoper was redey deythe.
Upon the morow, when het was day,He boskyd hem forthe to reyde ;The potter hes carte forthe gan ray,And wolde not [be] leffe beheynde.
Upon the morow, when het was day,
He boskyd hem forthe to reyde ;
The potter hes carte forthe gan ray,
And wolde not [be] leffe beheynde.
He toke leffe of the screffys wyffe,And thankyd her of all thyng :“Dam, for mey loffe, and ye well thys wer,Y geffe yow her a golde ryng.”
He toke leffe of the screffys wyffe,
And thankyd her of all thyng :
“Dam, for mey loffe, and ye well thys wer,
Y geffe yow her a golde ryng.”
Gramarsey, seyde the weyffe,Sir, god eylde het the.The screffes hart was never so leythe,The feyr forest to se.
Gramarsey, seyde the weyffe,
Sir, god eylde het the.
The screffes hart was never so leythe,
The feyr forest to se.
And when he cam ynto the foreyst,Yonder the leffes grene,Berdys ther sange on bowhes prest,Het was gret goy to sene.
And when he cam ynto the foreyst,
Yonder the leffes grene,
Berdys ther sange on bowhes prest,
Het was gret goy to sene.
Her het ys merey to be,246seyde Roben,For a man that had hawt to spende :Be mey horne ‘we’247schal awetYeff Roben Hode be ‘ner hande.’{93}
Her het ys merey to be,246seyde Roben,
For a man that had hawt to spende :
Be mey horne ‘we’247schal awet
Yeff Roben Hode be ‘ner hande.’{93}
Roben set hes horne to hes248mowthe,And blow a blast that was foll god,That herde hes men that ther stode,Fer249downe yn the wodde.I her mey master, seyde Leytyll John :They ran as thay wer wode.
Roben set hes horne to hes248mowthe,
And blow a blast that was foll god,
That herde hes men that ther stode,
Fer249downe yn the wodde.
I her mey master, seyde Leytyll John :
They ran as thay wer wode.
Whan thay to thar master cam,Leytell John wold not spar :“Master, how haffe yow far yn Notynggam ?Haffe250yow solde yowr war ?”
Whan thay to thar master cam,
Leytell John wold not spar :
“Master, how haffe yow far yn Notynggam ?
Haffe250yow solde yowr war ?”
“Ye, be mey trowthe, Leytyll251John,Loke thow take no car ;Y haffe browt the screffe of Notynggam,For all howr chaffar.”
“Ye, be mey trowthe, Leytyll251John,
Loke thow take no car ;
Y haffe browt the screffe of Notynggam,
For all howr chaffar.”
He ys foll wellcom, seyde Lytyll John,Thes tydyng ys foll godde.The screffe had lever nar a hundred ponde[He had never sene Roben Hode].
He ys foll wellcom, seyde Lytyll John,
Thes tydyng ys foll godde.
The screffe had lever nar a hundred ponde
[He had never sene Roben Hode].
“Had I west252that beforen,At Notynggam when we wer,Thow scholde not com yn feyr forestOf all thes thowsande eyr.”{94}
“Had I west252that beforen,
At Notynggam when we wer,
Thow scholde not com yn feyr forest
Of all thes thowsande eyr.”{94}
That wot y well, seyde Roben,Y thanke god that y be253her ;Therfor schall ye leffe yowr horse with hos,And all your hother ger.
That wot y well, seyde Roben,
Y thanke god that y be253her ;
Therfor schall ye leffe yowr horse with hos,
And all your hother ger.
That fend I godys forbode, kod the screffe,So to lese mey godde.“Hether ye254cam on horse foll hey,And hom schall ye go on fote ;And gret well they weyffe at home,The woman ys foll godde.
That fend I godys forbode, kod the screffe,
So to lese mey godde.
“Hether ye254cam on horse foll hey,
And hom schall ye go on fote ;
And gret well they weyffe at home,
The woman ys foll godde.
Y schall her sende a wheyt palffrey,255Het hambellet as the weynde ;Ner for the loffe of yowr weyffe,Off mor sorow scholde yow seyng.”
Y schall her sende a wheyt palffrey,255
Het hambellet as the weynde ;
Ner for the loffe of yowr weyffe,
Off mor sorow scholde yow seyng.”
Thes parted Robyn Hode and the screffe,To Notynggam he toke the waye ;Hes weyffe feyr welcomed hem hom,And to hem gan sche saye :
Thes parted Robyn Hode and the screffe,
To Notynggam he toke the waye ;
Hes weyffe feyr welcomed hem hom,
And to hem gan sche saye :
Seyr, how haffe yow fared yn grene foreyst ?Haffe ye browt Roben hom ?“Dam, the deyell spede hem, bothe bodey and bon,Y haffe hade a foll grete skorne.{95}
Seyr, how haffe yow fared yn grene foreyst ?
Haffe ye browt Roben hom ?
“Dam, the deyell spede hem, bothe bodey and bon,
Y haffe hade a foll grete skorne.{95}
Of all the god that y haffe lade to grene wod,He hayt take het fro me,All bot this feyr palffrey,That he hayt sende to the.”
Of all the god that y haffe lade to grene wod,
He hayt take het fro me,
All bot this feyr palffrey,
That he hayt sende to the.”
With that sche toke op a lowde lawhyng,And swhar be hem that deyed on tre :“Now haffe you payed for all the pottysThat Roben gaffe to me.
With that sche toke op a lowde lawhyng,
And swhar be hem that deyed on tre :
“Now haffe you payed for all the pottys
That Roben gaffe to me.
Now ye be com hom to Notynggam,Ye schall haffe god ynowe.”Now speke we of Roben Hode,And of the pottyr onder the grene bowhe.256
Now ye be com hom to Notynggam,
Ye schall haffe god ynowe.”
Now speke we of Roben Hode,
And of the pottyr onder the grene bowhe.256
“Potter, what was they pottys wortheTo Notynggam that y ledde with me ?”They wer worth two nobellys, seyd he,So mot y treyffe or the ;So cowde y had for tham,And y had ther be.257
“Potter, what was they pottys worthe
To Notynggam that y ledde with me ?”
They wer worth two nobellys, seyd he,
So mot y treyffe or the ;
So cowde y had for tham,
And y had ther be.257
Thow schalt hafe ten ponde, seyde Roben,Of money feyr and fre :And yever whan thow comest to grene wod,Wellcom, potter, to me.{96}
Thow schalt hafe ten ponde, seyde Roben,
Of money feyr and fre :
And yever whan thow comest to grene wod,
Wellcom, potter, to me.{96}
Thes partyd Robyn, the screffe, and the potter,Ondernethe the grene wod tre.God haffe mersey on Roben Hodys solle,And saffe all god yemanrey !{97}
Thes partyd Robyn, the screffe, and the potter,
Ondernethe the grene wod tre.
God haffe mersey on Roben Hodys solle,
And saffe all god yemanrey !{97}