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A LTTELL GESTE OF EOBTN HODE. 107
The kynge was wonder wroth withall,
And swore by the trynyte, " I wolde I had Eobyn Hode,
With eyen I myght hym se.
"And he that wolde smyte of the knyghtes hede, And brynge it to me, s*
He shall have the knyghtes londes, Syr Kycharde at the Le.
" I gyve it hym with my charter,
And sele it with my honde, 30
To have and holde for ever-more,
In all mery Englonde."
Than bespake a fayre olde knyght,
That was treue in his fay, " A, my lege lorde the kynge, im
One worde I shall you say ;
" There is no man in this countre
May have the knyghtes londes, "Whyle Robyn Hode may ryde or gone,
And bere a bowe in his hondes, *>
" That he ne shall lese his hede, That is the best ball in his hode :
Give it no man, my lorde the kynge, That ye wyll any good."