A broad arrow with a goose-wing:
The stranger reply’d, “I’ll liquor thy hide,
If thou offerst to touch the string.”
Quoth bold Robin Hood, “Thou dost prate like an ass,
For were I to bend but my bow,
I could send a dart quite thro thy proud heart,
Before thou couldst strike me one blow.”
“Thou talkst like a coward,” the stranger reply’d;
“Well armd with a long bow you stand,
To shoot at my breast, while I, I protest,