To me and my meynè.
Yes, for god,[206] then sayd Robyn,
Or elles I were a fole ;
Another day ye wyll me clothe,
I trowe, ayenst the Yole. {75}
The kynge kest of his cote then,
A grene garment he dyde on,
And every knyght had so, I wys,
They clothed them full soone.[207]
Whan they were clothed in Lyncolne grene,