And hanged hye on a hill.”
But thou mayst fayle of thy purpose, quoth John,
If it be Christ his will.
Lett us leave talking of Little John,
And thinke of Robin Hood,
How he is gone to the wight yeomàn,
Where under the leaves he stood.
Good morrowe, good fellowe, sayd Robin so fayre,
Good morrowe, good fellow, quo’ he :[272]
Methinkes by this bowe thou beares in thy hande,