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A LYTTLE GESTE OP ROBOT HODE. 69
What man bereth him best, i-wys, The pryce shall bere away.
There was a yeman in that place, 225
And best worthy was he, And for he was ferre and frend bestad,
Islayne he sholde have be.
The knyght had reuth of this yeman,
In place where that he stode, 230
He said that yoman sholde have no harme, For love of Robyn Hode.
The knyght presed into the place,
An hondred folowed hym fre, With bowes bent, and arowes sharpe, 235
For to shende that company.
They sholdred all, and made hym rome,
To wete what he wolde say; He toke the yeman by the honde,
And gave hym all the playe. 240
He gave hym fyve marke for his wyne,
There it laye on the molde, And bad it sholde be sette a broche,
Drynke who so wolde.
Thus longe taryed this gentyll knyght, 245
Tyll that playe was done,
234, fere, W. in fere, C.