The fourth outlawe his bowe gan bende,
And that was Robyn Hode,
And that behelde the proud sheryfe,
All by the but as he stode.
292.
292.2 ‘slist,’ sliced, split.
Thryës Robyn shot about,
And alway he slist the wand,
And so dyde good Gylberte
With the whytë hande.