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50 A LYTELL GESTE OF ROBYN HODE.
" Welcome, syr knyght," then said Robyn,
" Welcome thou arte to me, I haue abyde you fastynge, syr,
All these houres thre." iaa
Then answered the gentyll knyght,
With wordes fayre and fre, " God the save, good Robyn,
And all thy fayre meyne."
They washed togyder and wyped bothe, ias
And set tyll theyr dynere ; Brede and wyne they had ynough,
And nombles of the dere.
Swannes and fesauntes they had full good, And foules of the revere ; uo
There fayled never so lytell a byrde, That ever was bred on brere.
" Do gladly, syr knyght," sayd Robyn;
" Gramercy, syr," sayd he, " Such a dyner had I not ws
Of all these wekes thre.
" If I come agayne, Robyn,
Here by this countre, As good a dyner I shall the make,
As thou hast made to me." i«