Hunting then of the deer.
What knave is that, quoth Robin Hood,
That doth come mee so near ?
No knave, no knave, the tinker said,
And that you soon shall know ;
Whether of us hath done any wrong,
My crab-tree staff shall show. {195}
Then Robin drew his gallant blade,
Made then of trusty steel :
But the tinker he laid on so fast,