Whan the Scheref saw the Kyngus seell,
He did of his hode[1003] anon:
‘Wher is the munke that bare the letturs?’
He seid to Litull John.
LXVI
‘He is so fayn of hym,’ seid Litull John,
‘Fforsothe as I yow say,
He has made hym abot of Westmynster,
A lorde of that abbay.’
LXVII
The Scheref made John godè chere,
And gaf hym wyne of the best;
At nyght thei went to her[1004] beddè,
And every man to his rest.
LXVIII
When the Scheref was on slepe,
Dronken of wyne and ale,
Litull John and Moch forsothe
Toke the way unto the jale.
LXIX
Litull John callid up the jayler,
And bade hym rise anon;
He seyd Robyn Hode had brokyn prison,
And out of hit was gon.