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Gold taken from the kings harbengers As seldom hath been seen And carryed by bold Robin Hood A present to the queen. "If that I live a year to an end," Thus gan Queen Catherin say, "Bold Robin Hood, I'le be thy friend, And all thy yeomen gay." The king and queen to th' gardens gon, To passe the time away, And lovingly with one another Till evening they did stay. "What game, what game, my queen," he said "For game or also for glee?" "I'de have a shooting," she reply'd "So please your majestie." "Ile have a shooting for your sake, The best in Christentie." "Make lite the wager, sir," she said, "And holden you shall bee." "Ile make the wager light my queen, For that you need not fear, Three hundred tunn of Renish wine, Three hundred tunn of beer. "Three hundred of the fattest harts That run on Dalum Lee." "That's a princly wager," said our queen, "Bravly holden you shall bee." The queen is to her chamber gon As fast as she can wend, She calls to her her lovely page, His name was Patrington. "Com hether to me my lovely page, Com hether unto me, For thou must post to Notingham As fast as thou canst dree. "And when thou comst to Notingham Search all that English wood; Enquire of each good yeoman thou meetst To finde out Robin Hood. "And whan thou comst Robin Hood before Deliver him this ringe, And bid him post to London towne And not fear any thing. I've made a shooting with the king The best in Christentee, And I have chosen bold Robin Hood To be of my partie." He tooke his leave of the royall queen And fast away is gan, Somtimes he rode, sometimes he rann, Till he came to Nottingham. And when he came to Nottingham And there took up his inn, He call'd for a pottle of Renish wine And dranck a health to his queen. Then sate a yeoman by his side "Tell me, sweet page," said hee, "What is thy businesse or thy cause So farr in the North contrie?" "This is my business and my cause I tell it you for good; I com from London," said the page, "To seeke bold Robin Hood." "Ile take my horse betimes i'th morn Be it by break of day, And Ile show thee bold Robin Hood And all his yeomen gay." He took his horse betimes i'th morne As soon as he could see, And had him to bold Robin Hood And all his archerie. When the page came to Robin Hood He fell downe on his knee. "Queen Catherin she doth greet you well She greets you well by mee. "Queen Catherin she dooth greet you well And sends you here her ring, She bids you post to London towne And not fear any thing. "She hath made a shooting with our king The best in Christentee, And desires you, bold Robin Hood, To be of her partie." Robin tooke his mantle from his back, It was of Lincolne green; "Here take my mantle," said Robin Hood, A present for the queen. "And go thy way thou lovely page And to Queen Catherin say "If Robin Hood doth loose the match He will the wager pay."' Fitt 2 In summer time when leaves grow green 'Twas a seemly sight to see How Robin Hood himselfe had drest And all his yeomandrie. He clad himselfe in scarlett red His men in Lincoln green And so prepars for London towne, To shoot before the lovly queen. They had bows of ewe and strings of silke Arrows of silver chest, Black hats, white feathers all alike Full deftly they were drest. "Com Little John, thou shalt be one, One Clifton thou shall bee, And so shall Midge the Millers son To bere us companie. "Will Scathlock to shall go alonge For he will never faile, But Renett Browne shall stay behinde And look to Brensdale." Robin came before the queen, He kneeld downe on his knee. "Thou'rt welcome, Loxley," said our queen And these thy yeomandrie. "Thou'rt welcom," said the queen, And these thy archers good. I hope ere this day be at an end To call thee Robin Hood." The queen's to the king's chamber gon, As fast as she can dree, "God save you lovly prince," she said, "Welcom, my queen," quoth he. "Our match goes ill and please your grace, As far as I can ken, Ther's not an archer in all my court, Will shoot against your men." "I knew it very well," said our king, "My archers are so good, That never a man durst shoott with them Except it were Robin Hood." "Double the wager," said the queen, "Brave holden you shall bee." "No, by my truth," then said our king, "Woman's full of subteltie." Fitt 3 Our king is unto Finsbury gon In all his best array, The queen she follows after him, With all her archers gay. "Come hether, Tempest," said the king, "Bow berer unto mee, Ther's not in England, France, nor Spaine An archer like to thee." The queen took Loxly by the hand And gave him on his head tapps three, "Look wel to this man, my leig," she said, "Hee'l prove as good as hee." "Com hether, Tempest," said the king, "The best in Christentie, And measure out here with thy line How long the marks shall bee." With that bespoke bold Loxly then, Full quickly and full soon, "Mesure no marks for us, my leige, Wee'l shoot at sun and moon." "Full fifteen score your marks shall bee, Full fifteen score shall stand. I'le lay my bow," quoth Clifton then, "I'le cleave the willow wand." Then the king's archers led about Till it was three and none. With that the ladys began to pout, "Madam, the game is gon." "A boon, a boon," then sais the queen, "Please your grace grant to mee. Two of your privy councellors To be of my partie." "Have I two in my privy councell, This day will pleasure thee, If they bett any thing on thy side, Right welcom shall they bee." "Com hether then Sir Richard Lee, Thou art a knight right good, Full well I know thy pedigree Thou'rt sprung from Gawain's blood. "And come hether thou Bishop of Hereford," A noble preist was hee. "By my silver myter," said the bishop, "I'le not bett one penny. "Our king hath archers of his owne Full redy and full light, But these are strangers every one I know not how they height." "What wilt thou bett," said Robin Hood, "Thou seest our gam's the worse." "By my silver myter," said the Bishop, "All the money in my purse." "What's in thy purse?" quoth Robin tho, "Tell it downe on the ground." "Fifteen score of nobles," quoth the bishop, "It's neer a hundred pounds." Robin tooke his mantle from his back, And threw it on the mould, Forth he pluck'd a velvett pouch, It was well lin'd with gold. Forth he pluck'd his velvet pouch He told the gold on the green, Then cry'd Midge the Millers son, "I know who the gold will win." In came Will Scathlock to the rest And to Little John did thrust, "They shall not gett another shoot And all their hearts would brust." Then the queen's archers led aboute Till it was three and three, And then the ladies gave a shoute, "Woodcock, bewere thine eye." "Tis three and three now," says our king, "The next three pays for all." Then Robin whisper'd to the queen "The king's part will be but small." Then shot Tempest for the king He led it gallantly, Then shott Loxly for our queen And clove his arrow in three. Then shott Midge the Millers son, He was not far the worse, Within a finger of the pegg, "Bishop, bewere thy purse." The yeoman of the crowne who stod him by Hee shott underhand, But Clifton with a bearded arrow He clove the willow wand. "The upshott now," said Will Scathlock, "For the honor o'th queen and mee," Hee tooke the prick on arrow poynt The king and all did see. Then spoke Tempest to our king, "These archers are so good, I'm sore affraid and like your grace, They learn'd of Robin Hood." "But fear not that," our king did say For t'was told me of late That Robin Hood and his wel wight men Were slaine at pallas gate." "A boon, a boon," Queen Catherin cry'd, "I aske it on my knee, Your grace will angry be with none That are of my partie." "They shal have forty days to come And forty days to go Twice forty days to sport and play Then welcom friend or foe." "Welcom Robin Hood," then said the queen, "And so is Little John, And so is Midge the Millers son, Will Scathlock every one." "Is this Robin Hood," then said the bishop, "As it seems well to bee? Had I knowne t'had bin that bold outlaw I'de not bett one penny. "Hee tooke me late one Satterday night, And bound me to a tree, And made me sing a masse, God wott, To him and's companie." "What if I did?" said Robin tho; "Of that masse I was full faine. To recompence thee for that deed, Heers halfe thy gold again." "Now nay, now nay," sais Little John, "Master, that may not bee. Wee must give gifts to th' kings officers "Twill serve both you and wee." |
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