‘Come now forth, Little John,
And go to my treasurỳ,
And bringè me four hundred pound,
And look well told it be.’
LXVIII
Forth then wentè Little John,
And Scathèlock went before;
He told him out four hundred pound
By eight and twenty score.
LXIX
‘Is this well told?’ said Little Much;
John said, ‘What grieveth thee?
It is alms to help a gentle knight
That is fal’n in poverty.’
LXX
‘Master,’ then said Little John,
‘His clothing is full thin;
Ye must give the Knight a livery
To lap[759] his body therein.
LXXI
‘For ye have scarlet and green, master,
And many a rich array;
There is no merchant in merry England
So rich, I dare well say.’—