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A LYTELL GESTE OF ROBYN HODE.
That he myght neyther go nor ryde ; It was full grete pyte.
" Mayster," then sayd Lytell Johan,
" If ever thou lovest me, And for that ylke lordes love,
That dyed upon a tre,
" And for the medes of my servyce,
That I have served the, Lete never the proude sheryf
Alyve now fynde me.
" But take out thy browne swerde,
And smyte all of my hede, And gyve me woundes dede and wyde,
No lyfe on me be lefte."
" I wolde not that," sayd Eobyn, " Johan, that thou were slawe,
For all the golde in mery Englond, Though it lay now on a rawe."
/' God forbede," sayd lytell Much,
" That dyed on a tre, That thou sholdest, Lytell Johan,
Parte our company."
100. That I after eate no bread, G. VOL. V. 7