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A LTTELL GESTE OF ROBTN HODE. Ill
Full curteysly Robyn gan say,
" Syr, have this for your spendyng;
"We shall mete another day."
" Gramercy," than sayd our kynge; 120
" But well the greteth Edwarde our kynge, And sent to the his seaje, ■ And byddeth the com to Notyngham, Both to mete and mele."
He toke out the brode tarpe, 12s
And sone he lete hym se ; Eobyn coud his courteysy,
And set hym on his kne.
•' I love no man in all the worlde
So well as I do my kynge. mo
"Welcome is my lordes seale ;
And, monke, for thy tydynge,
" Syr abbot, for thy tydynges,
To day thou shalt dyne with me, For the love of my kynge, 135
Under my trystell tre."
Forth he lad our comly kynge,
Full fayre by the honde ; Many a dere there was slayne,
And full fast dyghtande. no
125, seale, C.