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A LITTLE GESTE OF
CLXXXII
Then he met the proud Sheriff,
Hunting with hound and horn. Little John cou'd his courtesy,
And kneeled him beforn :
CLX XXIII
{God thee save, my dear master, And Christ thee save and see ! '—
'Reynold Greenleaf,' said the Sheriff, ' Where hast thou now be ?'—
CLXXXIV
61 have been in this forest,
A fair sight can I see, It was one of the fairest sights
That ever yet saw I me ;
CLXXXV
' Yonder I see a right fair hart,
His colour is of green, Seven score of deer upon an herd
Be with him all bedene ;
CLXXXVI
' His tyndes are so sharp, master,
Of sixty and well mo, That I durst not shoot for dread
Lest they would me sloo.'
CLXXXVII
' I make mine avow to God,' said the Sheriff,
' That sight would I fain see.' ' Busk you thitherward, my dear master,
A nor, and wend with me.'
cou'd] knew. bedene] in company, together. tyndes]
tines, antlers. sloo] slay. |
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