38 Robin was reacheles on a roote, And stumbled at _tha_t tyde, And Guy was quicke and nimble w_i_th-all, And hitt him ore the left side. 39 ‘Ah, deere Lady!’ sayd Robin Hoode, ‘Thou art both mother and may! I thinke it was neu_er_ mans destinye To dye before his day.’ 40 Robin thought on Our Lady deere, And soone leapt vp againe, And thus he came w_i_th an awkwarde stroke; Good S_i_r Guy hee has slayne. 41 He tooke S_i_r Guys head by the hayre, And sticked itt on his bowes end: ‘Thou hast beene traytor all thy liffe, W_hi_ch thing must haue an ende.’ 42 Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffe, And nicked S_i_r Guy in the fface, _Tha_t hee was neuer on a woman borne Cold tell who S_i_r Guye was. 43 Saies, Lye there, lye there, good S_i_r Guye, And w_i_th me be not wrothe; If thou haue had the worse stroakes at my hand, Thou shalt haue the better cloathe. 44 Robin did off his gowne of greene, S_i_r Guye hee did it throwe; And hee put on _tha_t capull-hyde, _Tha_t cladd him topp to toe. 45 ‘The bowe, the arrowes, and litle horne, And w_i_th me now I’le beare; Ffor now I will goe to Barn[e]sdale, To see how my men doe ffare.’ 46 Robin sett Guyes horne to his mouth, A lowd blast in it he did blow; _Tha_t beheard the sheriffe of Nottingham, As he leaned vnder a lowe. 47 ‘Hearken! hearken!’ sayd the sheriffe, ‘I heard noe tydings but good; For yonder I heare S_i_r Guyes horne blowe, For he hath slaine Robin Hoode. 48 ‘For yonder I heare S_i_r Guyes horne blow, Itt blowes soe well in tyde, For yonder comes _tha_t wighty yeoman, Cladd in his capull-hyde. 49 ‘Come hither, thou good S_i_r Guy, Aske of mee what thou wilt haue:’ ‘I’le none of thy gold,’ sayes Robin Hood, ‘Nor I’le none of itt haue. 50 ‘But now I haue slaine the m_aster_,’ he sayd, ‘Let me goe strike the knaue; This is all the reward I aske, Nor noe other will I haue.’ 51 ‘Thou art a madman,’ said the shiriffe, ‘Thou sholdest haue had a knights ffee; Seeing thy asking [hath] beene soe badd, Well granted it shall be.’ 52 But Litle Iohn heard his m_aster_ speake, Well he knew _tha_t was his steuen; ‘Now shall I be loset,’ q_uo_th Litle Iohn, ‘W_i_th Christs might in heauen.’ 53 But Robin hee hyed him towards Litle Iohn, Hee thought hee wold loose him beliue; The sheriffe and all his companye Fast after him did driue. 54 ‘Stand abacke! stand abacke!’ sayd Robin; ‘Why draw you mee soe neere? Itt was neu_er_ the vse in our countrye One’s shrift another shold heere.’ 55 But Robin pulled forth an Irysh kniffe, And losed Iohn hand and ffoote, And gaue him S_i_r Guyes bow in his hand, And bade it be his boote.