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A LITTLE GESTE OF
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Then bespake him good Gilbert,
And thus he gan him say: ' Master,' he said, ' your tackle is lost,
Stand forth and take your pay.'
ccccv ' If it be so,' said Robin Hood,
' That may no better be, Sir Abbot, I deliver thee mine arrow,
I pray thee, serve thou me.'
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' It falls not for mine order,' said our King
' Robin, by thy leave, For to smite no good yeoman,
For doubt I should him grieve.'
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' Smite on boldly,' said Robin,
' I give thee large leave.' Anon our King with that same word
He folded up his sleeve,
CCCCVIII
And such a buffet he gave Robin,
To ground he yede full near: ' I make mine avow to God,' said Robin,
' Thou art a stalwart frere.
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' There is pith in thine arm,' said Robin, ' I trow thou canst well shoot.'
Thus our King and Robin Hood Together then they met. |
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falls] is proper. frere] friar. |
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