That was them before.

I make myn avowe to god, sayd Robyn,

The knyght wolde I fayn se,

And yf I may hym take,

Iquyt than shall he[193] bee.

And whan they came to Notyngham,

They walked in the strete,

And with the proud sheryf, I wys,

Sone gan they mete.

Abyde, thou proud sheryf, he sayd,