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30 EOBIN HOOD AND THE POTTER.
" Master, how haffe yow far yn Notynggam ? How haffe yow solde yowr war ? "
" Ye, be mey trowthe, Leytyll John, 2«
Loke thow take no car ; Y haffe browt the sereffe of Notynggam,
For all howr chaffar."
" He ys foil wellcom," seyde Lytyll John, " Thes tydyng ys foil godde ; 2"o
The screffe had lever nar a hundred ponde [He had never sene Eoben Hode.]
" Had I west that beforen,
At Notynggam when we wer, Thow scholde not eom yn feyr forest xs
Of all thes thowsande eyr."
" That wot y well," seyde Eoben,
" Y thanke god that ye be her; Therfor schall ye leffe yowr horse with hos,
And all your hother ger." asu
" That fend I godys forbode," kod the sereffe.,
" So to lese mey godde;" " Hether ye cam on horse foil hey,
And horn schall ye go on fote ; And gret well they weyffe at home, ms
The woman ys foil godde.
MS. 265, I leyty. 273, He had west. 283, y.