Then bespake gode Litulle Johne,
To Robyn Hode can he say,
"I haue done the a gode turne for an euylle,
[Quyte me] whan thou may.305
"I haue done the a gode turne," said Litulle Johne,
"For sothe as I you saie;
I haue brouzt the vnder grene wode lyne;
Fare wel, and haue gode day."
"Nay, be my trouthe," seid Robyn Hode,310
"So shalle hit neuer be;
I make the maister," seid Robyn Hode,
"Off alle my men and me."
"Nay, be my trouthe," seid Litulle Johne,
"So shall hit neuer be,315
But lat me be a felow," seid Litulle Johne,
"Non odur kepe I'll be."
Thus Johne gate Robyn Hode out of prisone,
Sertan withoutyn layne;
When his men saw hym hol and sounde,320
For sothe they were ful fayne.
They filled in wyne, and made him glad,
Vnder the levys smale,
And zete pastes of venysone,
That gode was with ale.325
Than worde came to oure kynge,
How Robyn Hode was gone,
And how the scheref of Notyngham
Durst neuer loke hyme vpone.
Then bespake oure cumly kynge,330
In an angur hye,
"Litulle Johne hase begyled the schereff,
In faith so hase he me.
"Litulle Johne has begyled vs bothe,
And that fulle wel I se,335
Or ellis the schereff of Notyngham
Hye hongut shuld he be.
"I made hem zemen of the crowne,
And gaf hem fee with my hond,
I gaf hem grithe," seid oure kyng,340
"Thorowout alle mery Inglond.