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EOBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBOENE. 161
Then they cast on their gownes of grene, as And tooke theyr bowes each one ;
And they away to the greene forrest A shooting forth are gone ;
Until they came to the merry greenwood, "Where they had gladdest bee ; ■ so
There were they ware of a wight yeoman, His body leaned to a tree.
A sword and a dagger he wore by his side,
Of manye a man the bane; And he was clad in his capull hyde, as
Topp and tayll and mayne.
" Stand you still, master," quoth Litle John,
" Under this tree so grene, And I will go to yond wight yeoman,
To know what he doth meane." «o
" Ah! John, by me thou settest noe store,
And that I farley finde: How ofFt send I my men beffore,
And tarry my selfe behinde ?
" It is no cunning a knave to ken, «
And a man but heare him speake ;
And itt were not for bursting of my bowe, John, I thy head wold breake."
27, 31, the. VOL. V. 11