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192 EOBIN HOOD AND THE BEGGAR.
The beggar lighted on his hand With his pike-staff again.
I wot he might not draw a sword
For forty days and mair ; Good Robin could not speak a word, 95
His heart was never so sair.
He could not fight, he could not flee,
He wist not what to do ; The beggar with his noble tree
Laid lusty flaps him to. wo
He paid good Robin back and side,
And beft him up and down, And with his pike-staff still laid on hard.
Till he fell in a swoon.
" Fy, stand up, man," the beggar said, io«
" 'Tis shame to go to rest; Stay still till thou get my money,
I think it were the best.
" And syne go to the tavern house,
And buy both wine and ale ; 110
Hereat thy friends will crack full crouse, Thou hast been at a dale."
Good Robin answer'd never a word, But lay still as a stane ;