‘How many men,’ said Robin Hood,
‘Haddè this Monk, Johan?’—
‘Fifty and two when that we met,
But many of them be gane.’
CCXXIX
‘Let blow a horn,’ said Robin Hood,
‘That fellowship may us know.’—
Seven score of wight yeomen
Came pricking on a row.
CCXXX
Each of them had a good mantèl
Of scarlet and of ray[843];
All they came to good Robin,
To wit what he would say.
CCXXXI
They made the Monk to wash and wipe,
And sit at his dinnere,
Robin Hood and Little John
They served him both in fere.
CCXXXII
‘Do gladly, Monk,’ said Robin Hood;
‘Gramerci, sir,’ said he.
‘Where is your Abbey, when you are at home,
And who is your avowè[844]?’