267. ‘Hast thou thy londe agayne?’ sayd Robyn; ‘Treuth than tell thou me.’ ‘Ye, for God,’ sayd the knyght, ‘And that thanke I God and thee. 268. ‘But take no grefe, that I have be so longe; I came by a wrastelynge, And there I holpe a pore yeman, With wronge was put behynde.’ 269. ‘Nay, for God,’ sayd Robyn, ‘Syr knyght, that thanke I thee; What man that helpeth a good yeman, His frende than wyll I be.’ 270. ‘Have here foure hondred pounde,’ than sayd the knyght, ‘The whiche ye lent to me; And here is also twenty marke For your curteysy.’ 271. ‘Nay, for God,’ than sayd Robyn, ‘Thou broke it well for ay; For Our Lady, by her hye selerer, Hath sent to me my pay. 272. ‘And yf I toke it i-twyse, A shame it were to me; But trewely, gentyll knyght, Welcome arte thou to me.’ 273. Whan Robyn had tolde his tale, He leugh and had good chere: ‘By my trouthe,’ then sayd the knyght, ‘Your money is redy here.’ 274. ‘Broke it well,’ said Robyn, ‘Thou gentyll knyght so fre; And welcome be thou, gentyll knyght, Under my trystell-tre. 275. ‘But what shall these bowës do?’ sayd Robyn, ‘And these arowes ifedred fre?’ ‘By God,’ than sayd the knyght, ‘A pore present to thee.’ 276. ‘Come now forth, Lytell Johan, And go to my treasurë, And brynge me there foure hondred pounde, The monke over-tolde it me. 277. ‘Have here foure hondred pounde, Thou gentyll knyght and trewe, And bye hors and havnes good, And gylte thy spores all newe. 278. ‘And yf thou fayle ony spendynge, Com to Robyn Hode, And by my trouth thou shalt none fayle, The whyles I have any good. 279. ‘And broke well thy foure hondred pound, Whiche I lent to the, And make thy selfe no more so bare, By the counsell of me.’ 280. Thus than holpe hym good Robyn, The knyght all of his care: God, that syt in heven hye, Graunte us well to fare!