They stode and behelde,

They sawe nothynge but mantels of grene

That covered all the felde ;

Than every man to other gan say,

I drede our kynge be slone ;

Come Robyn Hode to the towne, I wys,

On lyve he leveth not one.[208]

Full hastly they began to fle,

Both yemen and knaves,

And olde wyves that myght evyll goo,