XX
‘And at the waking of your first sleepe
You shall have a hott drinke made,
And at the waking of your next sleepe
Your sorrowes will have a slake.’
XXI
He put a silk cote on his backe
’Was thirteen inches folde,
And put a steele cap upon his head
’Was gilded with good red gold.
XXII
And he layd a bright browne sword by his side,
And another at his feete,
And full well knew Old Robin then
Whether he shold wake or sleepe.
XXIII
And about the middle time of the night
Came twenty-four Knights in;
Sir Gyles he was the foremost man,
Soe well he knew that ginne[369].
XXIV
Old Robin with a bright browne sword
Sir Gyles’ head he did winne,
Soe did he all those twenty-four,
Ne’er a one went quicke[370] out [agen];