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A LYTELL GESTE OF ROBYN 1IODE. 117
THE EIGHTH FTTTE.
" Haste thou ony grene cloth," sayd our kynge, " That thou wylte sell now to me ? "
" Ye, for god," sayd Eobyn, " Thyrty yerdes and thre."
" Robyn," sayd our kynge, »
" Now pray I the, To sell me some of that cloth,
To me and my meyne."
" Yes, for god," then sayd Robyn,
" Or elles I were a fole ; w
Another day ye wyll me clothe,
I trowe, ayenst the Yole."
The kynge kest of his cote then, ' A grene garment he dyde on, And every knyght did so, i-wys, is
They clothed them full soone.
Whan they were clothed in Lyncolne grene, They kest away theyr graye ;
9, good, OCG,
11, 12. " This alludes to the usual issue of winter robes from the king's wardrobe to the officers of his household."
15, had, Ritson.
16. Another had full sone, W.