‘Thou shall beyre thin own,’ seid Litull John,
‘Maister, and I wyl beyre myne,
And we well shete a peny[960],’ seid Litull John,
‘Under the grene-wode lyne[961].’
XI
‘I wil not shete a peny,’ seyd Robyn Hode,
‘In feith, Litull John, with the,
But ever for on as thou shetis,’ seide Robyn,
‘In feith I holde[962] the thre.’
XII
Thus shet thei forth, these yemen two,
Bothe at buske[963] and brome,
Til Litull John wan of his maister
Five shillings to hose and shone.
XIII
A ferly[964] strife fel them betwene,
As they went bi the wey;
Litull John seid he had won five shillings,
And Robyn Hode seid schortly nay.
XIV
With that Robyn Hode lyed[965] Litull John,
And smote hym with his hande;
Litull John waxèd wroth therwith,
And pull’d out his bright bronde.