Marry, says the old woman, I think it to be
A man call’d Robin Hood.
Why, who art thou, the bishop he said,
Which I have here with me ?
“Why, I am an old woman, thou cuckoldly bishop,
Lift up my leg and see.”
Then woe is me, the bishop he said,
That ever I saw this day !
He turn’d him about, but Robin stout
Call’d him, and bid him stay. {174}