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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346076" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Robin Hood and the Prince of Aragon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NOW Robin Hood, Will Scadlock and Little John<br>Are walking over the plain,<br>With a good fat buck which Will Scadlock<br>With his strong bow had slain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Jog on, jog on,' cries Robin Hood,<br>`The day it runs full fast;<br>For though my nephew me a breakfast gave,<br>I have not yet broke my fast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Then to yonder lodge let us take our way,<br>I think it wondrous good,<br>Where my nephew by my bold yeomen<br>Shall be welcomd unto the green wood.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With that he took the bugle-horn,<br>Full well he could it blow;<br>Streight from the woods came marching down<br>One hundred tall fellows and mo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Stand, stand to your arms!' crys Will Scadlock,<br>`Lo! the enemies are within ken:'<br>With that Robin Hood he laughd aloud,<br>Crys, They are my bold yeomen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who, when they arriv'd and Robin espy'd,<br>Cry'd, Master, what is your will?<br>We thought you had in danger been,<br>Your horn did sound so shrill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Now nay, now nay,' quoth Robin Hood,<br>`The danger is past and gone;<br>I would have you to welcome my nephew here,<br>That hath paid me two for one.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In feasting and sporting they passed the day,<br>Till Phoebus sunk into the deep;<br>Then each one to his quarters hy'd,<br>His guard there for to keep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long had they not walked within the green wood,<br>But Robin he was espy'd<br>Of a beautiful damsel all alone,<br>That on a black palfrey did ride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her riding-suit was of sable hew black,<br>Sypress over her face,<br>Through which her rose-like cheeks did blush,<br>All with a comely grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Come, tell me the cause, thou pritty one,'<br>Quoth Robin, aend tell me aright,<br>From whence thou comest, and whither thou goest,<br>All in this mournful plight?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`From London I came,' the damsel reply'd,<br>`From London upon the thames,<br>Which circled is, O grief to tell!<br>Besieg'd with forraign arms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`By the proud Prince of Aragon,<br>Who swears by his martial hand<br>To have the princess for his spouse,<br>Or else to waste this land:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Except that champions can be found<br>That dare fight three to three,<br>Against the prince and giants twain,<br>Most horrid for to see:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Whose grisly looks, and eyes like brands,<br>Strike terrour where they come,<br>With serpents hissing on their helms,<br>Instead of feathered plume.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`The princess shall be the victors prize,<br>The king hath vowd and said,<br>And he that shall the conquest win<br>Shall have her to his bride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Now we are four damsels sent abroad,<br>To the east, west, north, and south,<br>To try whose fortune is so good<br>To find these champions forth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`But all in vaine we have sought about;<br>Yet none so bold there are<br>That dare adventure life and blood,<br>To free a lady fair.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`When is the day?' quoth Robin Hood,<br>`Tell me this and no more:'<br>`On Midsummer next,' the damsel said,<br>`Which is June the twenty-four.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With that the teares trickled down her cheeks,<br>And silent was her tongue;<br>With sighs and sobs she took her leave,<br>Away her palfrey sprung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This news struck Robin to the heart,<br>He fell down on the grass;<br>His actions and his troubled mind<br>Shewd he perplexed was.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Where lies your grief?' quoth Will Scadlock,<br>`O master, tell to me;<br>If the damsels eyes have piercd your heart,<br>I'll fetch her back to thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Now nay, now nay,' quoth Robin Hood,<br>`She doth not cause my smart;<br>But it is the poor distressed princess<br>That wounds me to the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`I will go fight the giants all<br>To set the lady free:'<br>`The devil take my soul,' quoth Little John,<br>`If I part with thy company.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Must I stay behind?' quoth Will Scadlock;<br>`No, no, that must not be;<br>I'le make the third man in the fight,<br>So we shall be three to three.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These words cheerd Robin at the heart,<br>Joy shone within his face;<br>Within his arms he huggd them both,<br>And kindly did imbrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quoth he, We'll put on mothly gray,<br>With long staves in our hands,<br>A scrip and bottle by our sides,<br>As come from the Holy Land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So may we pass along the high-way;<br>None will ask from whence we came,<br>But take us pilgrims for to be,<br>Or else some holy men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now they are on their journey gone,<br>As fast as they may speed,<br>Yet for all haste, ere they arriv'd,<br>The princess forth was led:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To be deliverd to the prince,<br>Who in the list did stand,<br>Prepar'd to fight, or else receive<br>His lady by the hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With that he walkt about the lists,<br>With giants by his side:<br>`Bring forth,' said he, 'your champions,<br>Or bring me forth my bride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`This is the four and twentieth day,<br>The day prefixt upon;<br>Bring forth my bride, or London burns,<br>I swear by Acaron.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then cries the king, and queen likewise,<br>Both weeping as they speak,<br>Lo! we have brought our daughter dear,<br>Whom we are forcd to forsake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With that stept out bold Robin Hood,<br>Crys, My liege, it must not be so;<br>Such beauty as the fair princess<br>Is not for a tyrants mow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The prince he then began to storm;<br>Crys, Fool, fanatick, baboon!<br>How dares thou stop my valours prize?<br>I'll kill thee with a frown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Thou tyrant Turk, thou infidel,'<br>Thus Robin began to reply,<br>`Thy frowns I scorn; lo! here's my gage,<br>And thus I thee defie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`And for these two Goliahs there,<br>That stand on either side,<br>Here are two little Davids by,<br>That soon can tame their pride.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then did the king for armour send,<br>For lances, swords, and shields:<br>And thus all three in armour bright<br>Came marching to the field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trumpets began to sound a charge,<br>Each singled out his man;<br>Their arms in pieces soon were hewd,<br>Blood sprang from every vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The prince he reacht Robin a blow----<br>He struck with might and main----<br>Which forcd him to reel about the field,<br>As though he had been slain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`God-a-mercy,' quoth Robin, 'For that blow!<br>The quarrel shall soon be try'd;<br>This stroke shall shew a full divorce<br>Betwixt thee and thy bride.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So from his shoulders he's cut his head,<br>Which on the ground did fall,<br>And grumbling sore at Robin Hood,<br>To be so dealt withal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The giants then began to rage,<br>To see their prince lie dead:<br>`Thou's be the next,' quoth Little John,<br>`Unless thou well guard thy head.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With that his faulchion he whirld about----<br>It was both keen and sharp----<br>He clove the giant to the belt,<br>And cut in twain his heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will Scadlock well had playd his part,<br>The giant he had brought to his knee;<br>Quoth he, The devil cannot break his fast,<br>Unless he have you all three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So with his faulchion he run him through,<br>A deep and gashly wound;<br>Who damd and foamd, cursd and blasphemd,<br>And then fell to the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now all the lists with cheers were filld,<br>The skies they did resound,<br>Which brought the princess to herself,<br>Who was faln in a swound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king and queen and princess fair<br>Came walking to the place,<br>And gave the champions many thanks,<br>And did them further grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Tell me,' quoth the king, 'whence you are,<br>That thus disguised came,<br>Whose valour speaks that noble blood<br>Doth run through every vain.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`A boon, a boon,' quoth Robin Hood,<br>`On my knees I beg and crave:'<br>`By my crown,' quoth the king, `I grant;<br>Ask what, and thou shalt have.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Then pardon I beg for my merry men,<br>Which are within the green wood,<br>For Little John, and Will Scadlock,<br>And for me, bold Robin Hood.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Art thou Robin Hood?' then quoth the king;<br>`For the valour you have shewn,<br>Your pardons I doe freely grant,<br>And welcome every one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`The princess I promised the victors prize;<br>She cannot have you all three;<br>`She shall chuse,' quoth Robin; saith Little John,<br>Then little share falls to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then did the princess view all three,<br>With a comely lovely grace,<br>Who took Will Scadlock by the hand,<br>Quoth, Here I make my choice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With that a noble lord stept forth,<br>Of Maxfield earl was he,<br>Who lookt Will Scadlock in the face,<br>Then wept most bitterly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quoth he, I had a son like thee,<br>Whom I lovd wondrous well;<br>But he is gone, or rather dead;<br>His name is Young Gamwell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then did Will Scadlock fall on his knees,<br>Cries, Father! father! here,<br>Here kneels your son, your Young Gamwell<br>You said you lovd so dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, lord! what imbracing and kissing was there,<br>When all these friends were met!<br>They are gone to the wedding, and so to bedding,<br>And so I bid you good night.</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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Are walking over the plain,
With a good fat buck which Will Scadlock
With his strong bow had slain.

`Jog on, jog on,' cries Robin Hood,
`The day it runs full fast;
For though my nephew me a breakfast ..."></div>
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