And I wyll wete the shryuës fayth,

Trewe and yf he be.’

288

Whan they had theyr bowes i-bent,

Theyr takles fedred fre,

Seuen score of wyght yonge men

Stode by Robyns kne.

289

Whan they cam to Notyngham,

The buttes were fayre and longe;