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,