‘By my trouthe,’ then sayd the knyght,
‘Your money is redy here.’
274.
‘Broke it well,’ said Robyn,
‘Thou gentyll knyght so fre;
And welcome be thou, gentyll knyght,
Under my trystell-tre.
275.
275.2 ‘ifedred,’ feathered.
‘But what shall these bowës do?’ sayd Robyn,