Hold thy hand, hold thy hand, quod Robin Hood,
To shoot it would be in vain ;
For if we should shoot the one at the other,
The one of us may be slain.
But let’s take our swords and our broad bucklèrs,
And gang under yonder tree,
As I hope to be sav’d, the stranger he said,
One foot I will not flee. {220}
Then Robin Hood lent the stranger a blow,
’Most scar’d him out of his wit :