“For an outlawe this is the lawe, that men hym take and binde
Wythout pytee, hanged to bee, and waver with the wynde.”
With this, a thrilling description of the life in the woods, of the brambles, snow, hail, rain; no soft bed; for roof the leaves alone:
“Yet take good hede, for ever I drede, that ye coude not sustein
The thorney wayes, the depe valeis, the snowe, the frost, the reyn,
The cold, the hete; for drye or wete we must lodge on the playn;
And, us above, noon other roue (roof), but a brake, bussh or twayne.” {256}
No delicate food, but only such as the wood affords:
“For ye must there in your hande bere a bowe redy to drawe,
And as a theef thus must ye lyve, ever in drede and awe.”