I may not be therfro,

Barefote and wolwarde I have hyght

Thyder for to go.”

Yf it be so, than sayd our kynge,

It may no better be ;

Seven nyght I gyve the leve,

No lengre, to dwell fro me.

Gramercy, lorde, then sayd Robyn,

And set hym on his kne ;

He toke his leve full courteysly,