human
Now, bishop, beware thy purse!
gpt
A boone, a boone, queen Katherine cries,
human
I crave it on my bare knee, That you will angry be with none That are of my partie.
gpt
They shall have forty daies to come, And forty daies to goe, And three times forty to sport and play; Then welcome friend or foe.
human
Thou art welcome, Robin Hood, said the queene, 145
gpt
And so is Little John, And so is Midge, the millers son; Thrice welcome every one.
human
Is this Robin Hood? now said the king;
gpt
For it was told to me 150 That he was slain in the palace gates, So far in the north country.
human
Hee tooke me late one Saturday at night, And bound mee fast to a tree, And made mee sing a masse, God wot, To him and his yeomandree.
gpt
Now nay, now nay, saies Little John, 165
human
Master, that shall not be; We must give gifts to the kings officèrs; That gold will serve thee and mee.
gpt
In the year 1498, says Stow,
human
_Survay of London_, 1598, p. 351. See also p. 77, where it is observed that
gpt
Because I dwell at Hogsden, I shall keep company with none but the archers of Finsbury.
human
From an old black-letter copy in the collection of Anthony à Wood.