Robyn bent his joly bowe,
Ther in he set a flo[642];
The fattest der of alle
The herte he clef a to[643].
VI
He hadde not the der i-flawe[644],
Ne half out of the hyde,
There cam a schrewde[645] arwe out of the west,
That felde Robertes pryde.
VII
Gandeleyn lokyd hym est and west,
Be every syde:
‘Hoo hat myn mayster slayin?
Ho hat don this dede?
Shal I never out of grene wode go
Til I se his sydis blede.’
VIII
Gandeleyn lokyd hym est and west,
And sowt under the sunne;
He saw a lytil boy,
He clepyn[646] Wrennok of Donne.
IX
A good bowe in his hond,
A brod arwe ther-ine,
And fowre and twenti goode arwys,
Trusyd[647] in a thrumme[648]:
‘Be war the, war the, Gandeleyn,
Her-of thu shalt han summe!