He seid Robyn Hode had brokyn preson,
And out of hit was gon. {382}
The portere rose anon sertan,
As sone as he herd John calle ;
Litul Johne was redy with a swerd,
And bare hym to the walle.
Now will I be porter, seid litul Johne,
And take the keyes in honde ;
He toke the way to Robyn Hode,
And sone he hym vnbonde.