"Mayster," than said Lytell Johan,
"His clothynge is full thynne;
Ye must gyve the knyght a lyveray
To [lappe] his body ther in.280
"For ye have scarlet and grene, mayster,
And many a ryche aray;
There is no marchaunt in mery Englònde,
So ryche, I dare well saye."
"Take hym thre yerdes of every coloure,285
And loke that well mete it be:"
Lytell Johan toke none other mesure
But his bowe tre.
And of every handfull that he met
He lept ouer fotes thre:290
"What devilkyns draper," sayd litell Much,
"Thynkyst thou to be?"
Scathelocke stoode full styll and lough,
And sayd, "By god allmyght,
Johan may gyve hym the better mesure;295
By god, it cost him but lyght."
"Mayster," sayd Lytell Johan,
All unto Robyn Hode,
"Ye must gyve that knight an hors,
To lede home al this good."300
"Take hym a gray courser," sayd Robyn,
"And a sadell newe;
He is our ladyes messengere,
God [lene] that he be true."
"And a good palfraye," sayd lytell Moch,305
"To mayntayne hym in his ryght:"
"And a payre of botes," sayd Scathelocke,
"For he is a gentyll knyght."
"What shalt thou gyve him, Lytel Johan?" sayd Robyn.
"Syr, a payre of gylte spores clene,310
To pray for all this company:
God brynge hym out of tene!"
"Whan shall my daye be," sayd the knyght,
"Syr, and your wyll be?"
"This daye twelve moneth," sayd Robyn,315
"Under this grene wode tre."