When they came to Englyshe wode, 175 Under the trysty tre,[L176] There they found bowes full good,[L177] And arrowes full great plentye. "So God me help," sayd Adam Bell, And Clym of the Clough so fre, 180 "I would we were nowe in mery Caerlel,[L181] Before that fayre meyny." They set them downe and made good chere, And eate and drank full well:[L184] Here is a fet of these wyght yong men, 185 And another I shall you tell.[L186] 7, wonderous. R. (RITSON.) 12, come nowe. R. 15, seales. R. 20, R. omits faste. 24, come ryght. R. 26, me. 29, none. R. 30, Be ... upon. R. 47, knows, R. 50, shaulde. 53, a, C. (COLLIER.) 67, in, R. 68, in, C. 70, they. 71, squyers, R. 74, bounde, C. 76, to hang, R. 79, good, C. 87, that, C. 89, Claudesle. 90, brethen; Copland omits stande. 91, marked. 92. Here the old edition adds,-- 'Redy the justice for to chaunce', (chase, C.) 93, Copland omits good. 94, will. 102, an, C. 105, thre. 108, sedes. 115, then. 121, brethen. 122, togyder, C. 127, sede. 132, made many a herte. 134, on, C. 139, was myd, R. 140, had, C. 141, many, C. 142, they, C. 147, thre, C. 155, evyll, R. 160, to. 162, abraide, R. 166, we. 167, theyr keys at, R. 172, And lyghtly as, R. [THE THIRD FIT.] As they sat in Englyshe-wood, Under theyr trysty tre,[L2] Them thought they herd a woman wepe,[L3] But her they mought not se. Sore then syghed the fayre Alyce, And sayde, "Alas that ever I sawe this daye! For now is my dere husband slayne, Alas and wel a way! "Myght I have spoken wyth hys dere brethren,[L9] Or with eyther of them twayne, 10 [To let them know what him befell][L11] My hart were out of payne!"[L12] Cloudeslè walked a lytle besyde, And loked under the grenewood linde; He was ware of hys wife and chyldren thre, 15 Full wo in hart and mynde. "Welcome, wife," then sayde Wyllyam, "Under this trysty tre;[L18] I had wende yesterday, by swete saynt John, Thou shulde me never have se."[L20] 20 "Now well is me," she sayde, "that ye be here, My hart is out of wo:" "Dame," he sayde, "be mery and glad, And thank my brethren two."[L24] "Hereof to speake," sayd Adam Bell, 25 "I-wis it is no bote; The meat that we must supp withall It runneth yet fast on fote." Then went they down into a launde, These noble archares all thre, 30 Eche of them slew a hart of greece,[L31] The best they could there se.