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CCXXVIII
' How many men,' said Robin Hood, ' Hadde this Monk, Johan ?'—
' Fifty and two when that we met, But many of them be gane.'
ccxxix ' Let blow a horn,' said Robin Hood,
' That fellowship may us know.'— Seven score of wight yeomen
Came pricking on a row.
ccxxx Each of them had a good mantel
Of scarlet and of ray ; All they came to good Robin,
To wit what he would say.
ccxxxi They made the Monk to wash and wipe,
And sit at his dinnere, Robin Hood and Little John
They served him both in fere.
ccxxxn ' Do gladly, Monk,' said Robin Hood ;
' Gramerci, sir,' said he. ' Where is your Abbey, when you are at home
And who is your avowe ?'
CCXXXIII
' Saint Mary's Abbey,' said the Monk,
' Though I be simple here.'— ' In what office ?' said Robin;
' Sir, the High Cellerer.'
ray] striped cloth. avowe] founder, patron. |
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