Then Robin Hood laid hold of them both, And pull'd them down from their horse: "O spare us, fryer!" the priests cry'd out, "On us have some remorse!" 40 "You said you had no mony," quoth he, "Wherefore, without delay, We three will fall down on our knees, And for mony we will pray." The priests they could not him gainsay, 45 But down they kneeled with speed; "Send us, O send us," then quoth they, "Some money to serve our need." The priests did pray with a mournful chear, Sometimes their hands did wring; 50 Sometimes they wept, and cried aloud, Whilst Robin did merrily sing. When they had been praying an hours space, The priests did still lament; Then quoth bold Robin, "Now let's see 55 What mony heaven hath us sent. "We will be sharers all alike Of mony that we have; And there is never a one of us That his fellow shall deceive." 60 The priests their hands in their pockets put, But mony would find none: "We'l search ourselves," said Robin Hood, "Each other, one by one." Then Robin Hood took pains to search them both, 65 And he found good store of gold, Five hundred peeces presently Upon the grass was told. "Here is a brave show," said Robin Hood, "Such store of gold to see, 70 And you shall each one have a part, Cause you prayed so heartily." He gave them fifty pounds a-peece, And the rest for himself did keep: The priests durst not speak one word, 75 But they sighed wondrous deep. With that the priests rose up from their knees, Thinking to have parted so: "Nay, stay," says Robin Hood, "one thing more I have to say ere you do go. 80 "You shall be sworn," said bold Robin Hood, "Upon this holy grass, That you will never tell lies again, Which way soever you pass. "The second oath that you here must take, 85 That all the days of your lives, You shall never tempt maids to sin, Nor lye with other mens wives. "The last oath you shall take, it is this, Be charitable to the poor; 90 Say, you have met with a holy fryar, And I desire no more." He set them on their horses again, And away then they did ride; And he return'd to the merry green-wood, 95 With great joy, mirth, and pride. 8 to. ROBIN HOODS DEATH AND BURIAL: Shewing how he was taken ill, and how he went to his cousin at Kirkley-hall, who let him blood, which was the cause of his death. Tune of _Robin Hood's last farewel, &c._