Classic Poem

THE FOURTH FYTIE

The sheriff dwelled in Nottingham,
He was fain thaThe was gone,
And Robin and his merry men
Went to wood anone.

" Go we to dinner, " said Little John.
Robin Hood said, " Nay;
For I dread Our Lady be wroth with me,
For she sent me not my pay. "

" Have no doubt, master, " said Little John,
" Yet is not the sun at rest,
For I dare say, and safely sware,
The knight is true and trust. "

" Take thy bow in thy hand, " said Robin,
Let Much wende with thee,
And so shall William Scathelock,
And no man abide with me,
And walk up into the Saÿèles,
And to Watling Street,
And wait after such unketh gest,
Up-chance ye may them meet.
Whether he be messenger,
Or a man that mirthes can,
Or if he be a poor man,
Of my good he shall have some. "

Forth then stert Little John,
Half in tray and teen,
And girded him with a full good sword,
Under a mantle of green.
They went up to the Saÿèles,
These yeomen all three;
They looked east, they looked west,
They might no man see.
But as he looked in Barnisdale
By the high way,
Then were they ware of two black monks,
Each on a good palfray.
Then bespake Little John,
To Much he gan say,
" I dare lay my life to wed,
That these monks have brought our pay.
Make glad cheer, " said Little John,
" And frese our bows of yew,
And look your hearts be sicker and sad,
Your strings trusty and true.
The monk hath fifty-two men,
And seven somers full strong,
There rideth no bishop in this land
So royally, I understond.
Brethren, " said Little John,
" Here are no more but we three;
But we bring them to dinner,
Our master dare we not see.
Bend your bows, " said Little John,
" Make all yon press to stand!
The foremost monk, his life and his death
Is closed in my hand!
Abide, churl monk, " said Little John,
" No farther that thou gone;
If thou dost, by dere-worthy God,
Thy death is in my hond.
And evil thrift on thy head, " said Little John,
" Right under thy hat's bond,
For thou hast made our master wroth,
He is fasting so long. "

" Who is your master? " said the monk.

Little John said, " Robin Hood. "

" He is a strong thief, " said the monk,
" Of him heard I never good. "

" Thou liest! " then said Little John,
" And that shall rewe thee;
He is a yeoman of the forest,
To dine hath bode thee. "
Much was ready with a bolt,
Redly and anon,
He set the monk tofore the breast,
To the ground thaThe can gon.
Of fifty-two wight young men,
There abode not one,
Save a little page, and a groom
To lead the somers with Little John.

They brought the monk to the lodge door,
Whether he were loth or lief,
For to speak with Robin Hood,
Maugre in their teeth.
Robin did adown his hood,
The monk when thaThe see;
The monk was not so courteyous,
His hood then leThe be.

" He is a churl, master, by dere-worthy God, "
Then said Little John.

" Thereof no force, " said Robin,
" For courtesy can he none.
How many men, " said Robin,
" Had this monk, John? "

" Fifty and two when that we met,
But many of them be gone. "

" Let blow a horn, " said Robin,
" That fellowship may us know. "

Seven score of wight yeomen,
Came pricking on a row,
And everich of them a good mantell,
Of scarlet and of ray,
All they came to good Robin,
To wite whaThe would say.
They made the monk to wash and wipe,
And sit at his dinere,
Robin Hood and Little John
They served them both infere.

" Do gladly, monk, " said Robin.
" Gramercy, sir, " said he.
" Where is your abbey, whan ye are at home,
And who is your avowe? "

" Saint Mary abbey, " said the monk,
" Though I be simple here. "
" In what office? " said Robin.
" Sir, the high cellarer. "
" Ye be the more welcome, " said Robin,
" So ever mote I thee
Fill of the best wine, " said Robin,
" This monk shall drink to me.
But I have great marvel, " said Robin,
" Of all this longe day,
I dread Our Lady be wroth with me,
She sent me not my pay. "

" Have no doubt, master, " said Little John,
" Ye have no need I say,
This monk it hath brought, I dare well swear,
For he is of her abbay. "

" And she was a borow, " said Robin,
" Between a knight and me,
Of a little money that I him lent,
Under the green wood tree;
And if thou hast that silver i-brought,
I pray thee let me see,
And I shall help thee eftsoons,
If thou have need of me. "

The monk swore a full great oath,
With a sorry cheer,
" Of the borowhood thou speakest to me,
Heard I never ere! "

" I make mine avow to God, " said Robin,
" Monk, thou art to blame,
For God is hold a righteous man,
And so is his dame.

Thou toldest with thine own tongue,
Thou may not say nay,
How that thou arTher servant
And servesTher every day,
And thou art made her messenger,
My money for to pay,
Therefore I con thee more thank,
Thou art come at thy day.
What is in your coffers? " said Robin,
" True then tell thou me. "
" Sir, " he said, " twenty mark,
All so mote I thee, "

" If there be no more, " said Robin,
" I will not one penny;
If thou hast mister of any more,
Sir, more I shall lend to thee;
And if I find more, " said Robin,
" I-wis thou shalt it forgone;
For of thy spending silver, monk,
Thereof will I right none.
Go now forth, Little John,
And the truth tell thou me;
If there be no more but twenty mark,
No penny of that I see. "

Little John spread his mantle down,
As he had done before,
And he told out of the monkes mail,
Eight hundred pound and more
Little John let it lie full still,
And went to his master in haste;
" Sir, " he said, " the monk is true enow,
Our lady hath doubled your cost. "

" I make mine avow to God, " said Robin,
" Monk, what told I thee?
Our Lady is the truest woman,
That ever yet found I me.
By dere-worthy God, " said Robin,
" To seek all England thorowe,
Yet found I never to my pay
A much better borowe
Fill of the best wine, do him drink, " said Robin;
" And greet well thy Lady hend,
And if she have need of Robin Hood,
A friend she shall him find;
And if she needeth any more silver,
Come thou again to me,
And, by this token she hath me sent,
She shall have such three. "

The monk was going to London ward,
There to hold great mote,
The knight that rode so high on horse,
To bring him under foot.

" Whither be ye away? " said Robin.

" Sir, to manors in this lond,
To reckon with our reves,
That have done much wrong. "

" Come now forth, Little John,
And hearken to my tale,
A better yeoman I know none,
To search a monkes mail.
How much is in yonder other courser? " said Robin,
" The sooth must we see. "

" By our Lady, " then said the monk,
" That were no courtesy
To bid a man to dinner,
And sith him beat and bind. "

" It is our old manner, " said Robin,
" To leave but little behind. "

The monk took the horse with spur,
No longer would he abide.

" Ask to drink, " then said Robin,
" Ere that ye further ride. "
" Nay, fore God, " then said the monk,
" Me reweth I came so near,
For better cheap I might have dined,
In Blyth or in Doncastere. "

" Greet well your abbot, " said Robin,
" And your prior, I you pray,
And bid him send me such a monk
To dinner every day! "

Now let we that monk be still,
And speak we of that knight,
YeThe came to hold his day
While that it was light.
He did him straight to Barnisdale,
Under the green wood tree,
And he found there Robin Hood,
And all his merry meyne.
The knight light downe of his good palfrey,
Robin when he gan see.
So courteysly he did adown his hood,
And set him on his knee.

" God thee save, good Robin Hood,
And all this company. "

" Welcome be thou, gentle knight,
And right welcome to me. "

Then bespake him Robin Hood,
To that knight so free,
" What need driveth thee to green wood?
I pray thee, sir knight, tell me.
And welcome be thou, gentle knight,
Why hast thou be so long? "

" For the abbot and the high justice
Would have had my lond. "

" Hast thou thy land again? " said Robin,
" Truth then tell thou me. "

" Yea, fore God, " said the knight,
" And that thank I God and thee.
But take not a grief, " said the knight,
" That I have been so long;
I came by a wresteling,
And there I did help a poor yeoman,
With wrong was put behind. "

" Nay, fore God, " said Robin,
" Sir knight, that thank I thee;
What man thaThelpeth a good yeoman,
His friend then will I be. "

" Have here four hundred pound, " then said the knight,
" The which ye lent to me;
And here is also twenty mark
For your courtesy. "

" Nay, fore God, " then said Robin,
" Thou brook it well for aye,
For our Lady, by her cellarer,
Hath sent to me my pay;
And if I took it twice,
A shame it were to me:
But truly, gentle knight,
Welcome art thou to me. "

When Robin had told his tale,
He laughed and had good cheer.
" By my troth, " then said the knight,
" Your money is ready here. "

" Brook it well, " said Robin,
" Thou gentle knight so free;
And welcome be thou, gentle knight,
Under my trystell tree.
But what shall these bows do? " said Robin,
And these arrows i-feathered free? "

" It is, " then said the knight,
" A poor present to thee. "

" Come now forth, Little John,
And go to my treasury,
And bring me there four hundred pound,
The monk over-told it to me.
Have here four hundred pound,
Thou gentle knight and true,
And buy horse and harness good,
And gild thy spurs all new:
And if thou fail any spending,
Come to Robin Hood,
And by my troth thou shalt none fail
The whiles I have any good
And brook well thy four hundred pound,
Which I lent to thee,
And make thyself no more so bare,
By the counsel of me. "

Thus then holp him good Robin,
The knight of all his care.
God, that sitteth in heaven high,
Grant us well to fare.