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PvOBIN HOOD AND THE MONK
John toke the munkis horse be the hed,
Fforsothe as I yow say ; So did Much the Iitull page,
Ffor he shulde not scape away.
Be the golett of the hode
John pulled the munke down ; John was nothyng of hym agast,
He lete hym falle on his crown.
Litull John was sore agrevyd,
And drew owt his swerde in hye;
This munke saw he shulde be ded, Lowd mercy can he crye.
' He was my maister,' seid LituU John, ' That thou hase browght in bale ;
Shalle thou never cum at our Kyng, Ffor to telle hym tale.'
John smote of the munkis hed,
No longer wolde he dwell ; So did Moch the litull page,
Ffor ferd lest he wolde tell.
Ther thei beryed hem bothe,
In nouther mosse nor lyng, And Litull John and Much in fere
Bare the letturs to oure Kyng.
golett] gullet, throat. of hym agast] alarmed about him.
hye] haste. bale] harm. ferd] fear.