CCCLXXXV
He took out the broadè targe[901],
And soon he let him see;
Robin could his courtesy,
And set him on his knee.
CCCLXXXVI
‘I love no man in all the world
So well as I do my King;
Welcome is my lordès seal;
And, Monk, for thy tiding.
CCCLXXXVII
‘Sir Abbot, for thy tidings,
To-day thou shalt dine with me,
For the lovè of my King,
Under my trystell-tree.’
CCCLXXXVIII
Forth he led our comely King
Full fairè by the hand;
Many a deer there was slain,
They were full fast dightànd[902].
CCCLXXXIX
Robin took a full great horn,
And loudè he gan blow;
Seven score of wight young men
Came ready on a row.