Through myre, mosse and fenne ; {63}

Thou shalt with me to grene wode,

Without ony leasynge,

Tyll that I have gete us grace,

Of Edwarde our comly kynge.”

THE SEVENTH FYTTE

The kynge came to Notynghame,

With knyghtes in grete araye,

For to take that gentyll knyght,

And Robyn Hood, yf [196] he may.