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362 A TRUE TALE OF ROBIN HOOD.
But where he knew a miser rich 205
That did the poore oppresse, To feel his coyne his hands did itch ;
He'd have it, more or lesse.
And sometimes, when the high-way fayl'd,
Then he his courage rouses, 210
He and his men have oft assayld Such rich men in their houses.
So that, through dread of Robbin then,
And his adventurous crew, The mizers kept great store of men, 215
Which else maintayn'd but few.
King Richard of that name the first,
Sirnamed Cuer de Lyon, Went to defeate the Pagans curst,
Who kept the coasts of Syon. 220
The bishop of Ely, chancelor,
Was left a vice-roy here, Who like a potent emperor
Did proudly domminere.
Our chronicles of him report, 223
That commonly he rode With a thousand horse from court to court,
Where he would make abode.
He, riding down towards the north,
With his aforesayd train, 230
Robbin and his men did issue forth,
Them all to entertaine ;