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ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY
CCXXXIV
' Ye be the more welcome,' said Robin,
' So ever mote I the: Fill of the best wine,' said Robin,
i This Monk shall drink to me.
ccxxxv ' But I have great marvel,' said Robin,
' Of all this longe day ; I dread Our Lady be wroth with me,
She sent me not my pay.'
ccxxxvi i Have no doubt, master,' said Little John,
i Ye have no need, I say, This Monk hath brought it, I dare well swear,
For he is of her Abbey.'
ccxxxvn ' And she was a borrow,' said Robin,
' Between a Knight and me, Of a little money that I him lent,
Under the green-wood tree.
ccxxxviu ' And if thou hast that silver brought,
I pray thee let me see; And I shall help& thee eftsoon^,
If thou have need to me.'
ccxxxix The Monk swore a full great oath,
With a sorry cheer, ' Of the borrowhood thou speak'st to me
Heard I never ere.'— |
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So . . . mote I the] so may I prosper, borrowhood] surety. |
eftsoons] soon. 537 |
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