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A LITTLE GESTE OF
CXXIII
' Take me my gold again,' he said, ' Sir Justice, that I took thee,'—
' Not a penny,' said the Justice, ' By Him that died on tree.'—
cxxiv ' Sir Abbot, and ye men of law,
Now have I held my day; Now shall I have my land again,
For aught that you can say.'
cxxv The Knight out started of the door,
Away was all his care, And on he put his good clothing,
The other he left there.
CXXVI
He went him forth full merry singing,
As men have told in tale ; His Lady met him at the gate,
At home in Uttersdale.
CXXVII
' Welcome, my lord,' said his Lady;
' Sir, lost is all your good ? '— ' Be merry, dame,' said the Knight,
' And pray for Robin Hood,
CXXVIII
; That ever his soule be in bliss :
He help me out of teen ; Ne had not been his kindeness,
Beggars had we been.
Take] give. Ne had not been] had it not been for. |
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