Under the shadowes sheene,
And have kepte both hym and us in reste,
Out of trouble and teene.’
49.
Adam bent a ryght good bow,
A great hart sone had he slayne:
‘Take that, chylde,’ he sayde, ‘to thy dynner,
And bryng me myne arrowe agayne.’
50.
50.3 ‘borowe,’ redeem, liberate.