"Or else I were to blame;
Three whues in a fryer's fist
Would make me glad and faine."
The fryer set his fist to his mouth,
And whuted whues three:
Halfe a hundreth good band-dogs[37]
Came running over the lee.
"Here's for every man a dog,
And I myselfe for thee."
"Nay, by my faith," said Robin Hood,