"Is this Robin Hood?" now said the king; "For it was told to me 150 That he was slain in the palace gates, So far in the north country." "Is this Robin Hood?" quoth the bishop then, "As I see well to be: Had I knowne it had been that bold outlàw, 155 I would not [have] bet one peny. "Hee tooke me late one Saturday at night, And bound mee fast to a tree, And made mee sing a masse, God wot, To him and his yeomandree." 160 "What an if I did?" saies Robin Hood, "Of that masse I was faine; "For recompence of that," he saies, "Here's halfe thy gold againe." "Now nay, now nay," saies Little John, 165 "Master, that shall not be; We must give gifts to the kings officèrs; That gold will serve thee and mee." 10, wen. 65. Ground near Moorfields, London, famous in old times for the archery practised there. "In the year 1498," says Stow, "all the gardens which had continued time out of minde, without Mooregate, to wit, about and beyond the lordship of Fensberry, were destroyed. And of them was made a plaine field for archers to shoote in." _Survay of London_, 1598, p. 351. See also p. 77, where it is observed that "about the feast of S. Bartlemew ... the officers of the city ... were challengers of all men in the suburbes, ... before the lord maior, aldermen, and sheriffes, in FENSBERY FIELDE, to shoote the standarde, broade arrow, and flight, for games." [The Finsbury] archers are mentioned by Ben Jonson, in _Every man in his humour_, act i, scene 1: "Because I dwell at Hogsden, I shall keep company with none but the archers of Finsbury." The practice of shooting here is alluded to by Cotton, in his _Virgile travestie_ (b. iv.), 1667: "And arrows loos'd from Grub-street bow, "In FINSBURY, to him are slow;" and continued till within the memory of persons now living. RITSON. ROBIN HOODS CHASE: Or, a merry progress between Robin Hood and King Henry: shewing how Robin Hood led the king his chase from London to London; and when he had taken his leave of the queen, he returned to merry Sherwood. To the tune of _Robin Hood and the Beggar_." "From an old black-letter copy in the collection of Anthony à Wood." RITSON'S _Robin Hood_, ii. 96. Come, you gallants all, to you I do call, _With hey down, down, an a down_, That now are in this place; For a song I will sing of Henry the king, How he did Robin Hood chase. Queen Katherin she a match did make,[L5] 5 As plainly doth appear, For three hundred tun of good red wine, And three [hundred] tun of beere.