"Nay, for god," than sayd Robyn,265
"Thou broke it well for ay;
For our lady, by her selerer,
Hath sent to me my pay.
"And yf I toke [it twyse],
A shame it were to me:270
But trewely, gentyll knyght,
Welcom arte thou to me."
Whan Robyn had tolde his tale,
He leugh and had good chere:
"By my trouthe," then sayd the knyght.275
"Your money is redy here."
"Broke it well," sayd Robyn,
"Thou gentyll knyght so fre;
And welcome be thou, gentill knyght,
Under [my trystell] tree.280
"But what shall these bowes do?" sayd Robyn,
"And these arowes ifedered fre?"
"By god," than sayd the knyght,
"A pore present to the."
"Come now forth, Lytell Johan,285
And go to my treasurè,
And brynge me there foure hondred pounde,
The monke over-tolde it me.
"Have here foure hondred pounde,
Thou gentyll knyght and trewe,290
And bye hors and harnes good,
And gylte thy spores all newe.
"And yf thou fayle ony spendynge,
Com to Robyn Hode,
And by my trouth thou shalt none fayle,295
The whyles I have any good.
"And broke well thy four hundred pound,
Whiche I lent to the,
And make thy selfe no more so bare,
By the counsell of me."300
Thus than holpe hym good Robyn,
The knyght all of [his care]:
God, that [sytteth] in heven hye,
Graunte us well to fare.