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A LTTELL GESTE OP KOBTN HODE. 67
He wente hym forthe full mery syngynge,
As men have tolde in tale, His lady met hym at the gate,
At home in Uterysdale. wo
" Welcome, my lorde," sayd his lady;
" Syr, lost is all your good ? " " Be mery, dame," sayd the knyght,
" And praye for Robyn Hode,
" That ever his soule be in blysse; w
He holpe me out of my tene; Ne had not be his kyndenesse,
Beggers had we ben.
" The abbot and I acordyd ben,
He is served of his pay, 190
The good yeman lent it me,
As I came by the way."
This knyght than dwelled fayre at home,
The soth for to say, Tyll he had got foure hondreth pounde, iiw
All redy for too paye.
He purveyed hym an hondred bowes, The strenges welle [y-]dyght,
180. This is a place unknown. There is a forest in Lancashire, observes Eitson, of the name of Wierysdale, but it appears subsequently that the knight's castle was in Nottinghamshire.