“He wolde avowe that he had done,

To mayntayne the outlawes stronge,

He wolde be lorde, and set you at nought,

In all the north londe.”

I woll be at Notyngham, sayd the kynge,

Within this fourtynyght,

And take I wyll Robyn Hode,

And so I wyll that knyght.

Go home, thou proud sheryf,

And do as I bydde the,[183]