"God's blessing on thy heart," says Guy, "Good fellow, thy shooting is good; For an thy heart be as good as thy hand Thou were better then Robin Hood. "Tell me thy name, good fellow," quoth Guy, "Under the leaves of line;" "Nay, by my faith," quoth good Robin, "Till thou have told me thine." "I dwell by dale and down," quoth Guy, "And I have done many a cursed turn; And he that calls me by my right name, Calls me Guy of good Gisborne." "My dwelling is in the wood," says Robin, "By thee I set right nought: I am Robin Hood of Barnésdale, A fellow thou has long sought." He that had neither been a kith nor kin Might have seen a full fair fight, To see how together these yeomen went With blades both brown and bright: To have seen how these yeomen together fought Two hours of a summers day, It was neither Guy nor Robin Hood That fettled them to fly away. Robin was reachless on a root, And stumbled at that tide; And Guy was quick and nimble withal, And hit him o'er the left side. "Ah, dear Lady," said Robin Hood, "Thou art both mother and may; I think it was never man's destiny To die before his day." Robin thought on our lady dear, And soon leapt up again, And thus he came with an awkward stroke, Good Sir Guy he hath slain. He took Sir Guy's head by the hair, And sticked it on his bow's end: "Thou hast been traitor all thy life, Which thing must have an end." Robin pulled forth an Irish knife, And nicked Sir Guy in the face, That he was never on woman born Could tell who Sir Guy was. (_reachless_, reckless.) Says, "Lie there, lie there, good Sir Guy, And with me be not wroth; If thou have had the worse strokes at my hand, Thou shalt have the better cloth." Robin did off his gown of green, [On] Sir Guy he did it throw, And he put on that capull hide, That clad him top to toe. "The bow, the arrows, and little horn, And with me now I'll bear; For I will go to Barnesdale, To see how my men do fare." Robin Hood set Guy's horn to his mouth, And a loud blast in it he did blow: That beheard the sheriff of Nottingham, As he leaned under a lowe. "Hearken, hearken," said the sheriff, "I heard no tidings but good, For yonder I hear Sir Guy's horn blow, For he hath slain Robin Hood. "For yonder I hear Sir Guys horn blow, It blows so well in tide, For yonder comes that wight yeoman, Clad in his capull hide. (_lowef_, small hill.) "Come hither, thou good Sir Guy, Ask of me what thou wilt:" "I'll have none of thy gold," says Robin Hood, "Nor I'll none of it have. "But now I have slain the master," he said, "Let me go strike the knave; This is all the reward I ask, Nor no other will I have." "Thou art a madman," said the sheriff,