human
Though your clothes are of light Lincolne green, And mine gray russet, and torne, 5 Yet it doth not you beseme To doe an old man scorne.
gpt
I scorne thee not, old man, says Robin,[L8]
human
By the faith of my body; Doe of thy clothes, thou shalt have mine, 10 For it may noe better be.
gpt
When I looke on my leggs, said Robin,
human
Then for to laugh I list.
gpt
Now by my faith, says Little John,
human
These are good for thornes keene.
gpt
Now by my faith, said William Scarlett,
human
Heere shold be set a specke.