[249], gayne, W.

[253].

But take not a grefe, sayd the knyght,
That I have be so longe. O. CC.

[269]. I twyse, W.

[280], thi trusty, C.

[302], this care, W.

[303], syt, W.

THE FYFTH FYTTE.

Now hath the knyght his leve itake,
And wente hym on his way;
Robyn Hode and his mery men
Dwelled styll full many a day.

Lyth and lysten, gentilmen,5
And herken what I shall say,
How the proud sheryfe of Notyngham
Dyde crye a full fayre play;