"And thou be sicke, my own wed-lord,
Soe sore it grieveth me:70
But my five maydens and myselfe
Will make the bedde for thee.
"And at the waking of your first sleepe,
We will a hott drinke make;
And at the waking of your [next] sleepe,75
Your sorrowes we will slake."
He put a silk cote on his backe,
And mail of manye a fold;
And hee putt a steele cap on his head,
Was gilt with good red gold.80
He layd a bright browne sword by his side,
And another att his feete:
[And twentye good knights he placed at hand,
To watch him in his sleepe.]
And about the middle time of the night,85
Came twentye-four traitours inn;
Sir Giles he was the foremost man,
The leader of that ginn.
Old Robin with his bright browne sword,
Sir Gyles head soon did winn;90
And scant of all those twenty-four
Went out one quick agenn.
None save only a litle foot-page,
Crept forth at a window of stone;
And he had two armes when he came in,95
And he went back with one.
Upp then came that ladie gaye,
With torches burning bright;
She thought to have brought Sir Gyles a drinke,