I pray thee, syr, serve thou me.’
406.
‘It falleth not for myn ordre,’ sayd our kynge,
‘Robyn, by thy leve,
For to smyte no good yeman,
For doute I sholde hym greve.’
407.
‘Smyte on boldely,’ sayd Robyn,
‘I give thee largë leve’:
Anone our kynge, with that worde,