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49. "Come hither, thou good Sir Guy,
Aske of mee what thou wilt have:' "I'le none of thy gold,” sayes Robin
57. Towards his house in Nottingam
He filed ful fast away,
Not one behind did stay.
Nor away soe fast runn,
Did cleave his heart in twinn.
50. “But now I have slaine the master,”
Nor noe other will I have."
ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH AND
51. "Thou art a madman," said the
shiriffe, “Thou sholdest have had a knights
52. But Litle John heard his master
speake, Well he knew that was his steven;' “Now shall I be loset,” quoth Litle
John, “With Christ's might in heaven.”
1. When Robin Hood and Little John
Down a down a down a down
Hey, etc. 2. “But I am not able to shoot one shot
more, My broad arrows will not flee; But I have a cousin lives down below,
Please God, she will bleed me." 3. Now Robin he is to fair Kirkly gone,
As fast as he can win;
53. But Robin hee hyed him towards Litle
Fast after him did drive.
54. “Stand abacke! stand abacke!” sayd
Robin; “Why draw you mee soe neere? Itt was never the use in our countrye
One's shrift another shold heere."
55. But Robin pulled forth an Irysh kniffe,
And losed John hand and ffoote,
He was taken
ill. 4. And when he came to fair Kirkly-hall,
He knockd all at the ring,
For to let bold Robin in. 5. “Will you please to sit down, cousin
Robin,” she said, “And drink some beer with me?” “No, I will neither eat nor drink,
Till I am blooded by thee." 6. “Well, I have a room, cousin Robin,"
she said, “Which
did never see,
You blooded by me shall be." 7. She took him by the lily-white hand,
And led him to a private room,
56. But John tooke Guyes bow in his
handHis arrowes were rawstye* by the
roote; The sherriffe saw Litle John draw a
15. "Now nay, now nay," quoth Robin
Nor men in woman's company.
3. Then the Persë owt off Banborowe
cam, with him a myghtee meany, With fifteen hondrith archares bold
16. "I never hurt fair maid in all
And a broad arrow I'll let flee,
There shall my grave digged be. 17. "Lay me a green sod under my head,
And another at my feet;
off blood and bone; the wear chosen owt of shyars thre.
4. This begane on a Monday at morn,
in Cheviat the hillys so he;5 The chylde may rue that ys unborn,
it wos the more pittë.
5. The dryvars thorowe the woodës went,
for to reas the dear;
with ther browd aros cleare.
crowd. 7 held.
22. Then bespayke a squyar off Northom- 30. Thorowe ryche male and myneyeple, barlonde,
many sternes the strocke done Richard Wytharyngton was his
Many a freyke10 that was fulle fre, “It shall never be told in Sothe
ther undar foot dyd lyght. Ynglonde," he says, "to Kyng Herry the Fourth for 31. At last the Duglas and the Persë met, sham.
lyk to captayns of myght and of
mayne; 23. “I wat youe byn great lordës twaw,
The swaptell togethar tylle the both I am a poor squyar of lande:
swat, I wylle never se my captayne fyght on
with Swordes that wear of fyn a fylde, and stande my selffe and loocke on, But whylle I may my weppone welde, 32. Thes worthë freckys for to fyght,
ther-to the wear fulle fayne,
Tylle the bloode owte off thear
basnetes sprente 24. That day, that day, that dredfull day!
as ever dyd heal14 or ra[y]n. the first fit here I fynde;
33. “Yelde the, Persë,” sayde the Doglas, And youe wyll here any mor a the
"and i feth I shalle the brynge hountyng a the Chyviat,
Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis yet ys ther mor behynde.
of Jamy our Skottish kynge. 25. The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys 34. “Thou shalte have thy ransom fre, yebent,
I hight15 the hear this thinge; ther hartes wer good yenoughe;
For the manfullyste man yet art The first off arros that the shote off,
thowe seven skore spear-men the sloughe.?
that ever I conqueryd in filde
fighttynge.” 26. Yet byddys the yerle Doglas uppon the bent,
35. “Nay,” sayd the lord Persë, a captayne good yenoughe,
"I tolde it the beforne, And that was sene verament,
That I wolde never yeldyde be for he wrought hom both woo and to no man of a woman born.” wouche.3
36. With that ther cam an arrowe hastely,
forthe off a myghttë wane;' 27. The Dogglas partyd his ost in thre, lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde;
Hit hathe strekene the yerle Duglas With suar* spears off myghttë tre,
in at the brest-bane. the cum in on every syde:
37. Thorowe lyvar!? and longës bathel
the sharpe arrowe ys gane, 28. Thrughe our Yngglyshe archery
That never after in all his lyffe-days gave many a wounde fulle wyde;
he spayke mo wordës but ane: many a doughetë the garde to dy,
That was, "Fyghte ye, my myrry which ganyde them no pryde.
men, whyllys ye may,
for my lyff-days ben gan." 29. The Ynglyshe men let ther boys be,
and pulde owt brandes that wer 38. The Persë leanyde on his brande,
and sawe the Duglas de; It was a hevy syght to se
He tooke the dede mane by the hande, bryght swordes on basnitese lyght. and sayd, “Wo ys me for the!
10 bold man. 1 division of the story, chapter. 2 slew.
13 Milan steel. 14 hail.
& stern men.
39. “To have savyde thy lyffe, I wolde 48. This battell begane in Chyviat have partyde with
an owar befor the none, my landes for years thre,
And when even-songe bell was rang For a better man, of hart nare of the battell was nat half done.
49. The tocke .. on ethar hande10
be the lyght off the mone; 40. Off all that se a Skottishe knyght,
Many hade no strenght for to stand was callyd Ser Hewe the Monggom
in Chyviat the hillys abon. byrry; He sawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght,
50. Of fifteen hondrith archars of Yng.
londe he spendyd' a spear, a trusti tre.
went away but seventi and thre; 41. He rod uppone a corsiare
Of twenti hondrith spear-men
of throughe a hondrith archery:
Skotlonde, He never stynttyde, nar
but even five and fifti. blane, 3 tylle he cam to the good lord Persë. 51. But all wear slayne Cheviat within;
the hade no streng[th]e to stand on 42. He set uppone the lorde Persë
hy; a dynte that was full soare;
The chylde may rue that ys unborne, With a suar spear of a myghttë tre
it was the mor pittë.
52. Thear was slayne, withe the lord
Persë, 43. A the tothar syde that a man myght se a large cloth-yard and mare:
Sir Johan of Agerstone,
Ser Rogar, the hindell Hartly,
Ser Wyllyam, the bolde Hearone.
53. Ser Jorg, the worthë Loumle, 44. An archar off Northomberlonde
a knyghte of great renowen, say4 slean was the lord Persë;
Ser Raff, the ryche Rugbe, He bar a bende bowe in his hand,
with dyntes wear beaten dowene. was made off trusti tre.
54. For Wetharryngton my harte was 45. An arow, that a cloth-yarde was lang,
WO, to the harde stele halyde he;
that ever he slayne shulde be; A dynt that was both sad and soar For when both his leggis wear hewyne he sat on Ser Hewe the Monggom
in to,12 byrry.
yet he knyled and fought on hys 46. The dynt yt was both sad and sar,
kny. that he of Monggomberry sete; The swane-fethars that his arrowe bar
55. Ther was slayne, with the dougheti
Duglas, with his hart-blood the wear wete.
Ser Hewe the Monggombyrry, 47. Ther was never a freake wone? foot Ser Davy Lwdale, that worthë was, wolde fle,
his sistars son was he. but still in stour dyd stand, Heawyng on yche othar, whylle the 56. Ser Charls a Murrë in that place, myghte dre,
that never a foot wolde fle; with many a balfull brande.
Ser Hewe Maxwelle, a lorde he was, placed in rest.
with the Doglas dyd he dey.
10 The line is unintelligible.
saw. 7 one.