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A I.TTELL GESTE OP EOBYN UODE. 103
He is fast ibounde to Notyngham warde, For the love of the."
Anone then sayd good Robyn, a
To that lady fre, " What man hath your lorde itake ? "
" The proude shirife," than sayd she.
[" The proude sheryfe hath hym itake]
Forsoth as I the say; s»
He is not yet thre myles Passed on his waye."
Up then sterte good Robyn,
As a man that had be wode ; " Buske you, my mery young men, w
For hym that dyed on a rode.
"And he that this sorowe forsaketh,
By hym that dyed on a tre, And by him that al thinges maketh,
No lenger shall dwell with me." 100
Sone there were good bowes ibent, Mo than seven score,
88. Forsoth as I the say, W. 92, your waye, W. You may them over take, C. 99,100. Shall he never in grene wode be, Nor longer dwell with me. W.