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A LYTELL GESTB OF ROBYN HODE. 85
" Do gladly, monke," sayd Robyn.
" Gramercy, syr," said he. no
" Where is your abbay, whan ye are at home,
And who is your avowe ? "
" Saynt Mary abbay," sayd the monke,
" Though I be symple here." " In what offyce ? " sayd Robyn : ns
" Syr, the hye selerer."
" Ye be the more welcome," sayd Robyn,
" So ever mote I the: Fyll of the best wyne," sayd Robyn,
" This monke shall drynke to me. iao
" But I have grete mervayle," sayd Robyn,
" Of all this longe day ; I drede our lady be wroth with me,
She sent me not my pay."
" Have no doute, mayster," sayd Lytell Johan, " Ye have no nede I saye ; 126
This monke it hath brought, I dare well swere, For he is of her abbay."
" And she was a borowe," sayd Robyn,
" Betwene a knyght and me, 130
Of a lytell money that I hym lent, Under the grene wode tree.