And I wyll wete the shryvës fayth,

Trewe and yf he be.’

288.

288.2 ‘fedred fre,’ fully feathered.

Whan they had theyr bowes i-bent,

Theyr takles fedred fre,

Seven score of wyght yonge men

Stode by Robyn’s kne.

289.

Whan they cam to Notyngham,