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ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK
'He is so fayn of hym,' seid Litull John,
6 Fforsothe as I yow say, He has made hym abot of Westmynster,
A lorde of that abbay.'
The Scheref made John gode chere, And gaf hym wyne of the best;
At nyght thei went to her bedde, And every man to his rest.
lxviii When the Scheref was on slepe,
Dronken of wyne and ale, Litull John and Moch forsothe
Toke the way unto the jale.
Litull John callid up the jayler,
And bade hym rise anon ; He seyd Robyn Hode had brokyn prison,
And out of hit was gon.
The porter rose anon sertan, As sone as he herd John calle;
Litull John was redy with a swerd, And bare hym to the walle.
'Now wil I be porter,' seid Litull John,
' And take the keyes in honde:' He toke the way to Robyn Hode, And sone he hym unbonde. her] their. 596