‘Were thou not my maister,’ seid Litull John,
‘Thou shuldis be hit ful sore;
Get the a man wher thou wilt,
For thou getis me no more.’
XVI
Then Robyn goes to Notyngham,
Hym selfe mornyng allone,
And Litull John to mery Scherwode,
The pathes he knew ilkone[966].
XVII
Whan Robyn came to Notyngham,
Sertenly withouten layn[967],
He prayed to God and myld Mary
To bryng hym out save agayn.
XVIII
He gos in to Seynt Mary chirch,
And kneled down before the rode;
Alle that e’er were the church within
Beheld wel Robyn Hode.
XIX
Beside hym stod a gret-hedid munke,
I pray to God woo he be!
Fful sone he knew gode Robyn,
As sone as he hym se.