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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345635" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Jest Of Robin Hood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lyth and lystyn, gentilmen,<br>All that nowe be here;<br>Of Litell Johnn, that was the knighes man,<br>Goode myrth ye shall here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was upon a mery day<br>That yonge men wolde go shete;<br>Lytell Johnn fet his bowe anone,<br>And sayde he wolde them mete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thre tymes Litell Johnn shet aboute,<br>And alwey he slet the wande;<br>The proud sherif of Notingham<br>By the marks can stande.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sherif swore a full greate othe:<br>'By hym that dyede on a tre,<br>This man is the best arschére<br>That ever yet sawe I me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Say me nowe, wight yonge man,<br>What is nowe thy name?<br>In what countre were thou borne,<br>And where is thy wonynge wane?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'In Holdernes, sir, I was borne,<br>I-wys al of my dame;<br>Men cal me Reynolde Grenlef<br>Whan I am at home.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sey me, Reynolde Grenelefe,<br>Wolde thou dwell with me?<br>And every yere I woll the gyve<br>Twenty marke to thy fee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have a maister,' sayde Litell Johnn,<br>'A curteys knight is he;<br>May ye lev gete of hym,<br>The better may it be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sherif gate Litell John<br>Twelve moneths of the knight;<br>Therfore he gave him right anone<br>A gode hors and a wight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nowe is Litell John the sherifs man,<br>God lende vs well to spede!<br>But alwey thought Lytell John<br>To quyte hym wele his mede.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nowe so God me help,' sayde Litell John,<br>'And by my true leutye,<br>I shall be the worst servaunt to hym<br>That ever yet had he.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It fell upon a Wednesday<br>The sherif on huntynge was gone,<br>And Litel John lay in his bed,<br>And was foriete at home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therfore he was fastinge<br>Til it was past the none;<br>'Gode sir stuarde, I pray to the,<br>Gyve me my dynere,' saide Litell John.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It is longe for Grenlefe<br>Fastinge thus for to be;<br>Therfor I pray the, sir stuarde,<br>Mi dyner gif me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Shalt thou never ete ne drynke,' saide the stuarde,<br>'Tyll my lorde be come to towne:'<br>'I make myn avowe to God,' saide Litell John,<br>'I had lever to crake thy crowne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boteler was full uncurteys,<br>There he stode on flore;<br>He start to the botery<br>And shet fast the dore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lytell Johnn gave the boteler suche a tap<br>His backe went nere in two;<br>Though he lived an hundred ier,<br>The wors shuld he go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sporned the dore with his fote;<br>It went open wel and fyne;<br>And there he made large lyveray,<br>Bothe of ale and of wyne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sith ye wol nat dyne,' sayde Litell John,<br>'I shall gyve you to drinke;<br>And though ye lyve an hundred wynter,<br>On Lytel Johnn ye shall thinke.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Litell John ete, and Litel John drank,<br>The whil that he wolde;<br>The sherife had in his kechyn a coke,<br>A stoute man and a bolde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I make myn avowe to God,' saide the coke,<br>'Thou arte a shrewde hynde<br>In ani hous for to dwel,<br>For to aske thus to dyne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there he lent Litell John<br>God strokis thre;<br>'I make myn avowe to God,' sayde Lytell John,<br>'These strokis lyked well me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou arte a bolde man and hardy,<br>And so thinketh me;<br>And or I pas fro this place<br>Assayed better shalt thou be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lytell Johnn drew a ful gode sworde,<br>The coke toke another in hande;<br>They thought no thynge for to fle,<br>But stifly for to stande.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There they faught sore togedere<br>Two myl way and well more;<br>Myght neyther other harme done,<br>The mountnaunce of an owre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I make myn avowe to God,' sayde Litell Johnn,<br>'And by my true lewté,<br>Thou art one of the best sworde-men<br>That ever yit sawe I me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cowdest thou shote as well in a bowe,<br>To gren wode thou shuldest with me,<br>And two times in the yere thy clothinge<br>Chaunged shuld be;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And every yere of Robyn Hode<br>Twenty merke to thy fe:'<br>'Put up thy swerde,' saide the coke,<br>'And felowes woll we be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thanne he fet to Lytell Johnn<br>The nowmbles of a do,<br>Gode brede, and full gode wyne,<br>They ete and drank theretoo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when they had dronkyn well,<br>Theyre trouths togeder they plight<br>That they wolde be with Robyn<br>That ylk same nyght.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They dyd them to the tresoure-hows,<br>As fast as they myght gone;<br>The lokks, that were of full gode stele,<br>They brake them everichone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They toke away the silver vessell,<br>And all that thei might get;<br>Pecis, masars, ne sponis,<br>Wolde thei not forget.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Also they toke the gode pens,<br>Thre hundred pounde and more,<br>And did them streyte to Robyn Hode,<br>Under the gren wode hore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'God the save, my dere mayster,<br>And Criste the save and se!'<br>And thanne sayde Robyn to Litel Johnn,<br>Welcome myght thou be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Also be that fayre yeman<br>Thou bryngest there with the;<br>What tydyngs fro Notyngham?<br>Lytill Johnn, tell thou me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Well the gretith the proud sheryf,<br>And sendeth the here by me<br>His coke and his silver vessell,<br>And thre hundred pounde and thre.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I make myne avowe to God,' sayde Robyn,<br>'And to the Trenyté,<br>It was never by his gode wyll<br>This gode is come to me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lytyll Johnn there hym bethought<br>On a shrewde wyle;<br>Fyve myle in the forest he ran,<br>Hym happed all his wyll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Than he met the proud sheref,<br>Huntynge with houndes and horne;<br>Lytell Johnn coude of curtesye,<br>And knelyd hym beforne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'God the save, my der mayster,<br>And Criste the save and se!'<br>'Reynolde Grenlefe,' sayde the shryef,<br>'Where hast thou nowe be?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have be in this forest;<br>A fayre syght can I se;<br>It was one of the fayrest syghtes<br>That ever yet sawe I me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yonder I sawe a ryght fayre harte,<br>His coloure is of grene;<br>Seven score of dere upon a herde<br>Be with hym all bydene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Their tynds are so sharpe, maister,<br>Of sexty, and well mo,<br>That I durst not shote for drede,<br>Lest they wolde me slo.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I make myn avowe to God,' sayde the shyref,<br>'That syght wolde I fayne se:'<br>'Buske you thyderwarde, mi der mayster,<br>Anone, and wende with me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sherif rode, and Litell Johnn<br>Of fote he was full smerte,<br>And whane they came before Robyn,<br>'Lo, sir, here is the mayster-herte.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still stode the proud sherief,<br>A sory man was he;<br>'Wo the worthe, Raynolde Grenlefe,<br>Thou hast betrayed nowe me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I make myn avowe to God,' sayde Litell Johnn,<br>'Mayster, ye be to blame;<br>I was mysserved of my dynere<br>Whan I was with you at home.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sone he was to souper sette,<br>And served well with silver white,<br>And whan the sherif sawe his vessell,<br>For sorowe he myght nat ete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Make glad chere,' sayde Robyn Hode,<br>'Sherif, for charité,<br>And for the love of Litill Johnn<br>Thy lyfe I graunt to the.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whan they had souped well,<br>The day was al gone;<br>Robyn commaunded Litell Johnn<br>To drawe of his hosen and his shone;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His kirtell and his cote of pie,<br>That was fured well and fine,<br>And toke hym a grene mantel,<br>To lap his body therin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Robyn commaundyd his wight yonge men,<br>Under the gren-wode tree,<br>They shulde lye in that same sute,<br>That the sherif myght them see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All nyght lay the proud sherif<br>In his breche and in his schert;<br>No wonder it was, in gren wode,<br>Though his syds gan to smerte.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Makeglade chere,' sayde Robyn Hode,<br>'Sheref, for charité;<br>For this is our ordre i-wys,<br>Under the gren-wode tree.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'This is harder order,' sayde the sherief,<br>'Than any ankir or frere;<br>For all the golde in mery Englonde<br>I wolde nat longe dwell her.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'All this twelve monthes,' sayde Robin,<br>'Thou shalt dwell with me;<br>I shall the tech, proud sherif,<br>An outlaw for to be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Or I be here another nyght,' sayde the sherif,<br>'Robyn, nowe pray I the,<br>Smyte of mijn hede rather to-morowe,<br>And I forgyve it the.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Lat me go,' than sayde the sherif.<br>'For saynt charité,<br>And I woll be the best frende<br>That ever yet had ye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou shalt swere me an othe,' sayde Robyn,<br>'On my bright bronde;<br>Shalt thou never awayte me scathe,<br>By water ne by lande.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And if thou fynde any of my men,<br>By nyght or by day,<br>Upon thyn oth thou shalt swere<br>To helpe them that thou may.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nowe hathe the sherif sworne his othe,<br>And home he began to gone;<br>He was as full of gren wode<br>As ever was hepe of stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q>
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All that nowe be here;
Of Litell Johnn, that was the knighes man,
Goode myrth ye shall here.

It was upon a mery day
That yonge men wolde go shete;
Lytell Johnn fet his bowe anone,
And sayde he wolde them mete.

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