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,