Little John let it lie full still,
And went to his master in haste;
‘Sir,’ he said, ‘the Monk is true enough,
Our Lady hath doubled your cast[851]!’—
CCXLIX
‘I makè mine avow to God,
Monk, what told I thee?
Our Lady is the truest woman
That ever found I me.
CCL
‘By dear-worth God,’ said Robin Hood,
‘To seek all England thorough,
Yet found I never to my pay
A muchè better borrow.
CCLI
‘Fill of the best wine,’ said Robin,
‘And greet thy Lady hend[852],
And if she have need to Robin Hood
She shall him find a friend.
CCLII
‘And if she need any more silvèr,
Come thou again to me,
And, by this token she hath me sent,
She shall have suchè three.’