When Robin Hood had told his tale,
He laugh’d and made good cheer.
‘By my truthè,’ said the Knight,
‘Your money is ready here.’
CCLXXIV
‘Brook it well,’ said Robin Hood,
‘Thou gentle Knight so free;
And welcome be thou, gentle Knight,
Under my trystell-tree!
CCLXXV
‘But what shall these bows do,’ said Robin,
‘And these arrows feather’d free?’—
‘With your will,’ then said the Knight,
‘A poor present to thee.’—
CCLXXVI
‘Come now forth, Little John,
And go to my treasurỳ,
And bring me thence four hundred pound;
The Monk overtold[860] it me.
CCLXXVII
‘Have here four hundred pound,
Thou gentle Knight and true,
And buy thee horse and harness good,
And giltè spurs all new.