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70 A LYTELL GESTE OP EOBTN HODE.
So longe abode Eobyn fastynge, Thre houres after the none.
THE THTRDE JFYTTE.
Lyth and lysten, gentyll men,
All that now be here, Of Lytell Johan, that was the knyghtes man,
Good myrthe ye shall here.
It was upon a mery day, «
That yonge men wolde go shete, Lytell Johan fet his bowe anone,
And sayd he wolde them mete.
Thre tymes Lytell Johan shot about,
And always cleft the wande ; 10
The proude sheryf of Notyngham By the markes gan stande.
The sheryf swore a full grete othe,
By hym that dyed on a tre, This man is the best archere . is
That yet sawe I me.
" Say me now, wyght yonge man,
What is now thy name ? In what countre were thou born,
And where is thy wonnynge wane ?" m
6, shote, \V. 10, he sleste, W. 19, thou wast, C. wast thou, Wh. 20, wane, Ch. & M. wan, E.