“Hether ye[254] cam on horse foll hey,
And hom schall ye go on fote ;
And gret well they weyffe at home,
The woman ys foll godde.
Y schall her sende a wheyt palffrey,[255]
Het hambellet as the weynde ;
Ner for the loffe of yowr weyffe,
Off mor sorow scholde yow seyng.”
Thes parted Robyn Hode and the screffe,
To Notynggam he toke the waye ;