Than every man to other gan say,
‘I drede our kynge be slone;
Come Robyn Hode to the towne, i-wys
On lyve he lefte never one.’
429.
429.4 ‘hypped,’ hopped.
Full hastëly they began to fle,
Both yemen and knaves,
And olde wyves that myght evyll goo,
They hyppëd on theyr staves.