For there was hot venison, and warden pies cold,
Cream clouted, and honey-combs plenty ;
And the servitors they were, besides Little John,
Good yeomen, at least four and twenty. {157}
Clorinda said, Tell me your name, gentle sir :
And he said, ’Tis bold Robin Hood :
Squire Gamwel’s my uncle, but all my delight
Is to dwell in the merry Sherwood ;
For ’tis a fine life, and ’tis void of all strife.
So ’tis, sir, Clorinda reply’d.