CCCXC
All they kneelèd on their knee
Full fair before Robin;
The King said himself until,
And swore by Saint Austìn,
CCCXCI
‘Here is a wonder seemly sight;
Me thinketh, by God’s pine[903],
His men are more at his bidding
Than my men be at mine.’
CCCXCII
Full hastily was their dinner dight,
And thereto gan they gon;
They servèd our King with all their might,
Both Robin and Little John.
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Anon before our King was set
The fattè venisoun,
The good white bread, the good red wine,
Thereto fine ale and brown.
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‘Make good cheer,’ said Robin Hood,
‘Abbot, for charity,
And for this ilkè tiding, Sir,
Blessed mote thou be.