CXC
‘I make mine avow to God,’ said Little John,
‘Master, ye be to blame,
I was mis-served of my dinner,
When I was with you at hame.’
CXCI
Soon he was to supper set,
And servèd with silver white;
And when the Sheriff saw his vessel,
For sorrow he might not eat.
CXCII
‘Make good cheer,’ said Robin Hood,
‘Sheriff, for charity!
And for the love of Little John,
Thy life is granted to thee.’
CXCIII
When they had suppèd well,
The day was all agone,
Robin commanded Little John
To draw off his hosen and shoon,
CXCIV
His kirtle and his courtepy[815],
That was furrèd well fine,
And take him a green mantèl,
To lap[816] his body therein.