65. ‘I have none other,’ sayde the knyght, ‘The sothe for to say, But yf yt be Our dere Lady; She fayled me never or thys day.’ 66. ‘By dere worthy God,’ sayde Robyn, ‘To seche all Englonde thorowe, Yet fonde I never to my pay A moche better borowe. 67. ‘Come nowe furth, Litell Johnn, And go to my tresourë, And bringe me foure hundred pound, And loke well tolde it be.’ 68. Furth than went Litell Johnn, And Scarlok went before; He tolde oute foure hundred pounde By eight and twenty score. 69. ‘Is thys well tolde?’ sayde lytell Much; Johnn sayde: ‘What greveth thee? It is almus to helpe a gentyll knyght That is fal in povertë. 70. ‘Master,’ than sayde Lityll John, ‘His clothinge is full thynne; Ye must gyve the knight a lyveray, To lappe his body therein. 71. ‘For ye have scarlet and grene, mayster, And many a rich aray; Ther is no marchaunt in mery Englond So ryche, I dare well say.’ 72. ‘Take hym thre yerdes of every colour, And loke well mete that it be.’ Lytell Johnn toke none other mesure But his bowë-tree. 73. And at every handfull that he met He lepëd fotës three; ‘What devylles drapar,’ sayd litell Much, ‘Thynkest thou for to be?’ 74. Scarlok stode full stil and loughe, And sayd, ‘By God Almyght, Johnn may gyve hym gode mesure, For it costeth hym but lyght.’ 75. ‘Mayster,’ than said Litell Johnn To gentill Robyn Hode, ‘Ye must give the knight a hors To lede home al this gode.’ 76. ‘Take him a gray coursar,’ sayde Robyn, ‘And a saydle newe; He is Oure Ladye’s messangere; God graunt that he be true.’ 77. ‘And a gode palfray,’ sayde lytell Much, ‘To mayntene hym in his right’; ‘And a peyre of botës,’ sayde Scarlok, ‘For he is a gentyll knight.’ 78. ‘What shalt thou gyve him, Litell John?’ ‘Sir, a peyre of gilt sporis clene, To pray for all this company; God bringe hym oute of tene.’ 79. ‘Whan shal mi day be,’ said the knight, ‘Sir, and your wyll be?’ ‘This day twelve moneth,’ saide Robyn, ‘Under this grene-wode tre. 80. ‘It were great shamë,’ said Robyn, ‘A knight alone to ryde, Withoutë squyre, yoman, or page, To walkë by his syde. 81. ‘I shal thee lende Litell Johnn, my man, For he shalbe thy knave; In a yeman’s stede he may thee stande, If thou greate nedë have.’