"Welcome, syr knyght," then said Robyn,
"Welcome thou arte to me,
I haue abyde you fastynge, syr,
All these houres thre."120
Then answered the gentyll knyght,
With wordes fayre and fre,
"God the save, good Robyn,
And all thy fayre meynè."
They washed togyder and wyped bothe,125
And set tyll theyr dynere;
Brede and wyne they had ynough,
And nombles of the dere.
Swannes and fesauntes they had full good,
And foules of the revere;130
There fayled never so lytell a byrde,
That ever was bred on brere.
"Do gladly, syr knyght," sayd Robyn;
"Gramercy, syr," sayd he,
"Such a dyner had I not135
Of all these wekes thre.
"If I come agayne, Robyn,
Here by this countrè,
As good a dyner I shall the make,
As thou hast made to me."140
"Gramercy, knyght," sayd Robyn;
"My dyner whan I have,
I was never so gredy, by dere worthy god,
My dyner for to crave.
"But pay or ye wende," sayd Robyn,145
"Me thynketh it is good ryght;
It was never the maner, by dere worthy god,
A yeman [to pay] for a knyght."
"I have nought in my cofers," sayd the knyght,
"That I may profer for shame;"150
"Lytell Johan, go loke," sayd [Robyn],
"Ne let not for no blame.
"Tell me trouth," sayd Robyn,
"So god have parte of the;"
"I have no more but ten shillings," sayd the knyght,155
"So god have parte of me."