Where they had gladdest bee;
There were the ware of [a] wight yeoman,
His body leaned to a tree.
7
A sword and a dagger he wore by his side,
Had beene many a mans bane,
And he was cladd in his capull-hyde,
Topp, and tayle, and mayne.
8
‘Stand you still, master,’ quoth Litle Iohn,