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ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY
CXVII
' What will ye give more,' said the Justice, ' An the Knight shall make a release ?
And elles dare I safely swear
Ye hold never your land in peace.'
CXVIII
'An hundred pound,' said the Abbot;
The Justice said, ' Give him two ;' ' Nay, by God,' said the Knight,
i Ye get not my land so.
cxix ' Though ye would give a thousand more.
Yet were ye never the nigher; Shall there never be mine heir
Abbot, Justice, nor Friar.'
cxx He started to a board anon,
Till a table round, And here he shook out of a bag
Even four hundred pound.
cxxi ' Have here thy gold, Sir Abbot,' he said,
' Which that thou lentest me; Hadst thou been courteous at my coming,
I would have rewarded thee.'
cxxn The Abbot sat still, and ate no more,
For all his royal fare; He cast his head on his shoulder,
And fast began to stare.
release] quittance. elles] else.
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