I layde furst hande hym apon,

Ze may thonke me therfore.

I pray god thanke yow, seid litulle Johne,

And we wil when we may,

We wil go with yow with your leve,

And brynge yow on your way. {378}

For Robyn Hode hase many a wilde felow,

I telle yow in certen,

If thei wist ze rode this way,

In feith ze shulde be slayn.