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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Robin Hood and the Monk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In somer, when the shawes be sheyne,<br>And leves be large and long,<br>Hit is full mery in feyre foreste <br>To here the foulys song, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To se the dere draw to the dale,<br>And leve the hilles hee, <br>And shadow hem in the leves grene,<br>Under the grene wode tre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hit befel on Whitson <br>Erly in a May mornyng,<br>The son up feyre can shyne,<br>And the briddis mery can syng.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'This is a mery mornyng,' seid Litull John, <br>'Be Hym that dyed on tre;<br>A more mery man then I am one <br>Lyves not in Cristianté.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Pluk up thi hert, my dere mayster,'<br>Litull John can sey,<br>'And thynk hit is a full fayre tyme<br>In a mornyng of May.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ye, on thyng greves me,' seid Robyn,<br>'And does my hert mych woo:<br>That I may not no solem day<br>To mas nor matyns goo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hit is a fourtnet and more,' seid he, <br>'Syn I my Savyour see;<br>To day wil I to Notyngham,' seid Robyn,<br>'With the myght of mylde Marye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Than spake Moche, the mylner sun, <br>Ever more wel hym betyde! <br>'Take twelve of thi wyght yemen,<br>Well weppynd, be thi side.<br>Such on wolde thi selfe slon, <br>That twelve dar not abyde.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Of all my mery men,' seid Robyn,<br>'Be my feith I wil non have,<br>But Litull John shall beyre my bow,<br>Til that me list to drawe.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou shall beyre thin own,' seid Litull Jon,<br>'Maister, and I wyl beyre myne,<br>And we well shete a peny,' seid Litull Jon, <br>Under the grene wode lyne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I wil not shete a peny,' seyd Robyn Hode,<br>'In feith, Litull John, with the,<br>But ever for on as thou shetis,' seide Robyn,<br>'In feith I holde the thre.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus shet thei forth, these yemen too,<br>Bothe at buske and brome,<br>Til Litull John wan of his maister<br>Five shillings to hose and shone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A ferly strife fel them betwene,<br>As they went bi the wey;<br>Litull John seid he had won five shillings,<br>And Robyn Hode seid schortly nay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With that Robyn Hode lyed Litul Jon,<br>And smote hym with his hande; <br>Litul Jon waxed wroth therwith,<br>And pulled out his bright bronde. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Were thou not my maister,' seid Litull John,<br>'Thou shuldis by hit ful sore;<br>Get the a man wher thou wille,<br>For thou getis me no more.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Robyn goes to Notyngham,<br>Hym selfe mornyng allone,<br>And Litull John to mery Scherwode,<br>The pathes he knew ilkone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whan Robyn came to Notyngham,<br>Sertenly withouten layn, <br>He prayed to God and myld Mary<br>To bryng hym out save agayn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He gos in to Seynt Mary chirch,<br>And knelyd down before the rode;<br>Alle that ever were the church within<br>Beheld wel Robyn Hode.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beside hym stod a gret-hedid munke,<br>I pray to God woo he be! <br>Ful sone he knew gode Robyn,<br>As sone as he hym se.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out at the durre he ran, <br>Ful sone and anon;<br>Alle the gatis of Notyngham<br>He made to be sparred everychon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Rise up,' he seid, 'thou prowde schereff,<br>Buske the and make the bowne; <br>I have spyed the kynggis felon,<br>For sothe he is in this town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have spyed the false felon,<br>As he stondis at his masse;<br>Hit is long of the,' seide the munke,<br>'And ever he fro us passe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'This traytur name is Robyn Hode,<br>Under the grene wode lynde;<br>He robbyt me onys of a hundred pound,<br>Hit shalle never out of my mynde.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up then rose this prowde schereff,<br>And radly made hym yare; <br>Many was the moder son<br>To the kyrk with hym can fare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In at the durres thei throly thrast,<br>With staves ful gode wone;<br>'Alas, alas!' seid Robyn Hode,<br>'Now mysse I Litull John.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Robyn toke out a too-hond sworde,<br>That hangit down be his kne;<br>Ther as the schereff and his men stode thyckust<br>Thedurwarde wolde he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thryes thorow at them he ran then,<br>For sothe as I yow sey,<br>And woundyt mony a moder son,<br>And twelve he slew that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His sworde upon the schireff hed<br>Sertanly he brake in too;<br>'The smyth that the made,' seid Robyn,<br>'I pray to God wyrke hym woo! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For now am I weppynlesse,' seid Robyn, <br>'Alasse! agayn my wyll;<br>But if I may fle these traytors fro,<br>I wot thei wil me kyll.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Robyn in to her churche ran,<br>Thro out hem everilkon,<br>................................... ...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sum fel in swonyng as thei were dede,<br>And lay stil as any stone;<br>Non of theym were in her mynde<br>But only Litull Jon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Let be your rule,' seid Litull Jon,<br>'For His luf that dyed on tre,<br>Ye that shulde be dughty men; <br>Het is gret shame to se.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oure maister has bene hard bystode<br>And yet scapyd away; <br>Pluk up your hertis, and leve this mone,<br>And harkyn what I shal say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He has servyd Oure Lady many a day,<br>And yet wil, securly;<br>Therfor I trust in hir specialy<br>No wyckud deth shal he dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Therfor be glad,' seid Litul John,<br>'And let this mournyng be;<br>And I shal be the munkis gyde,<br>With the myght of mylde Mary,<br>And I mete hym,' seid Litul John<br>'We will go but we too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Loke that ye kepe wel owre tristil-tre,<br>Under the levys smale,<br>And spare non of this venyson,<br>That gose in thys vale.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forthe then went these yemen too, <br>Litul John and Moche on fere, <br>And lokid on Moch emys hows;<br>The hye way lay full nere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Litul John stode at a wyndow in the mornyng,<br>And lokid forth at a stage;<br>He was war wher the munke came ridyng,<br>And with hym a litul page.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Be my feith,' seid Litul John to Moch, <br>'I can the tel tithyngus gode;<br>I se wher the munke cumys rydyng,<br>I know hym be his wyde hode.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They went in to the way, these yemen bothe,<br>As curtes men and hende; <br>Thei spyrred tithyngus at the munke,<br>As they hade bene his frende.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Fro whens come ye?' seid Litull Jon,<br>'Tel us tithyngus, I yow pray,<br>Of a false owtlay,<br>Was takyn yisterday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He robbyt me and my felowes bothe<br>Of twenti marke in serten;<br>If that false owtlay be takyn,<br>For sothe we wolde be fayn.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So did he me,' seid the munke,<br>Of a hundred pound and more;<br>I layde furst hande hym apon,<br>Ye may thonke me therfore.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I pray God thanke you,' seid Litull John,<br>'And we wil when we may;<br>We wil go with you, with your leve,<br>And bryng yow on your way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For Robyn Hode hase many a wilde felow,<br>I tell you in certen;<br>If thei wist ye rode this way,<br>In feith ye shulde be slayn.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As thei went talking be the way,<br>The munke and Litull John,<br>John toke the munkis horse be the hede,<br>Ful sone and anon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Johne toke the munkis horse be the hed,<br>For sothe as I yow say;<br>So did Much the litull page,<br>For he shulde not scape away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be the golett of the hode<br>John pulled the munke down;<br>John was nothyng of hym agast,<br>He lete hym falle on his crown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Litull John was so agrevyd,<br>And drew owt his swerde in hye;<br>The munke saw he shulde be ded,<br>Lowd mercy can he crye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He was my maister,' seid Litull John,<br>'That thou hase browght in bale;<br>Shalle thou never cum at oure kyng,<br>For to telle hym tale.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John smote of the munkis hed, <br>No longer wolde he dwell;<br>So did Moch the litull page,<br>For ferd lest he wolde tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ther thei beryed hem bothe,<br>In nouther mosse nor lyng,<br>And Litull John and Much in fere<br>Bare the letturs to oure kyng.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Litull John cam in unto the kyng<br>He knelid down upon his kne:<br>'God yow save, my lege lorde,<br>Jhesus yow save and se!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'God yow save, my lege kyng!' <br>To speke John was full bolde;<br>He gaf hym the letturs in his hand,<br>The kyng did hit unfold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The kyng red the letturs anon,<br>And seid, 'So mot I the, <br>Ther was never yoman in mery Inglond<br>I longut so sore to se.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wher is the munke that these shuld have brought?'<br>Oure kyng can say.<br>'Be my trouth,' seid Litull John,<br>'He dyed after the way.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The kyng gaf Moch and Litul Jon<br>Twenti pound in sertan,<br>And made theim yemen of the crown,<br>And bade theim go agayn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He gaf John the seel in hand,<br>The scheref for to bere,<br>To bryng Robyn hym to,<br>And no man do hym dere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John toke his leve at oure kyng,<br>The sothe as I yow say;<br>The next way to Notyngham<br>To take he yede the way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whan John came to Notyngham<br>The gatis were sparred ychon; <br>John callid up the porter,<br>He answerid sone anon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What is the cause,' seid Litul Jon,<br>'Thou sparris the gates so fast?'<br>'Because of Robyn Hode,' seid porter,<br>'In depe prison is cast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'John and Moch and Wyll Scathlok,<br>For sothe as I yow say,<br>Thei slew oure men upon oure wallis,<br>And sawten us every day.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Litull John spyrred after the schereff, <br>And sone he hym fonde;<br>He oppyned the kyngus privé seell,<br>And gaf hym in his honde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whan the scheref saw the kyngus seell,<br>He did of his hode anon: <br>'Wher is the munke that bare the letturs?'<br>He seid to Litull John.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He is so fayn of hym,' seid Litul John,<br>'For sothe as I yow say,<br>He has made hym abot of Westmynster,<br>A lorde of that abbay.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The scheref made John gode chere,<br>And gaf hym wyne of the best;<br>At nyght thei went to her bedde,<br>And every man to his rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the scheref was on slepe,<br>Dronken of wyne and ale,<br>Litul John and Moch for sothe<br>Toke the way unto the gale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Litul John callid up the jayler,<br>And bade hym rise anon;<br>He seyd Robyn Hode had brokyn the prison,<br>And out of hit was gon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The porter rose anon sertan,<br>As sone as he herd John calle;<br>Litul John was redy with a swerd,<br>And bare hym throw to the walle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now wil I be jayler,' seid Litul John, <br>And toke the keyes in honde;<br>He toke the way to Robyn Hode,<br>And sone he hym unbonde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He gaf hym a gode swerd in his hond,<br>His hed ther with to kepe,<br>And ther as the wallis were lowyst<br>Anon down can thei lepe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be that the cok began to crow,<br>The day began to spryng;<br>The scheref fond the jaylier ded,<br>The comyn bell made he ryng.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He made a crye thoroout al the town,<br>Wheder he be yoman or knave,<br>That cowthe bryng hym Robyn Hode, <br>His warison he shuld have.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For I dar never,' seid the scheref,<br>'Cum before oure kyng;<br>For if I do, I wot serten<br>For sothe he wil me heng.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The scheref made to seke Notyngham,<br>Bothe be strete and styne,<br>And Robyn was in mery Scherwode,<br>As light as lef on lynde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then bespake gode Litull John,<br>To Robyn Hode can he say,<br>'I have done the a gode turne for an ill,<br>Quit me whan thou may.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have done the a gode turne,' seid Litull John,<br>'For sothe as I the say; <br>I have brought the under the grene-wode lyne;<br>Fare wel, and have gode day.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nay, be my trouth,' seid Robyn,<br>'So shall hit never be;<br>I make the maister,' seid Robyn,<br>'Of alle my men and me.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nay, be my trouth,' seid Litull John,<br>'So shalle hit never be;<br>But lat me be a felow,' seid Litull John,<br>'No noder kepe I be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus John gate Robyn Hod out of prison,<br>Sertan withoutyn layn;<br>Whan his men saw hym hol and sounde,<br>For sothe they were full fayne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They filled in wyne and made hem glad,<br>Under the levys smale,<br>And yete pastes of venyson,<br>That gode was with ale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Than worde came to oure kyng<br>How Robyn Hode was gon,<br>And how the scheref of Notyngham<br>Durst never loke hym upon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then bespake oure cumly kyng, <br>In an angur hye:<br>'Litull John hase begyled the schereff,<br>In faith so hase he me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Litul John has begyled us bothe,<br>And that full wel I se;<br>Or ellis the schereff of Notyngham<br>Hye hongut shulde he be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I made hem yemen of the crowne,<br>And gaf hem fee with my hond; <br>I gaf hem grith,' seid oure kyng, <br>'Thorowout all mery Inglond.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I gaf theym grith,' then seid oure kyng;<br>'I say, so mot I the,<br>For sothe soch a yeman as he is on<br>In all Inglond ar not thre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He is trew to his maister,' seid oure kyng;<br>'I sey, be swete Seynt John,<br>He lovys better Robyn Hode<br>Then he dose us ychon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Robyn Hode is ever bond to hym,<br>Bothe in strete and stalle;<br>Speke no more of this mater,' seid oure kyng,<br>'But John has begyled us alle.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus endys the talkyng of the munke<br>And Robyn Hode I wysse;<br>God, that is ever a crowned kyng,<br>Bryng us alle to His blisse!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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And leves be large and long,
Hit is full mery in feyre foreste 
To here the foulys song, 

To se the dere draw to the dale,
And leve the hilles hee, 
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