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,