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A LITTLE GESTE OF
' Couldest thou shoot as well in a bow, To green-wood thou shouldest with me,
And two times in the year thy clothing I-changed should be ;
i And every year of Robin Hood
Twenty mark to thy fee.'— f Put up thy sword,' said the cook,
' And fellows will we be.'
Then he fette to Little John
The numbles of a doe, Good bread and full good wine,
They ate and drank thereto.
And when they had drunken well, Their troths together they plight,
That they would be with Robin That ilk same day at night.
They did them to the treasure-house,
As fast as they might gone, The locks that were of good steel
They broke them every one;
They took away the silver vessel,
And all that they might get, Pieces, masars, and spoons,
Would they none forget;
fette] fetched. masars] maple-bowls.