23 Robin Hood shot passing well, Till his arrows all were gone; They took their swords and steel bucklers, And fought with might and maine; 24 From ten oth’ clock that day, Till four ith’ afternoon; Then Robin Hood came to his knees, Of the frier to beg a boon. 25 ‘A boon, a boon, thou curtal frier, I beg it on my knee; Give me leave to set my horn to my mouth, And to blow blasts three.’ 26 ‘That will I do,’ said the curtal frier, ‘Of thy blasts I have no doubt; I hope thou’lt blow so passing well Till both thy eyes fall out.’ 27 Robin Hood set his horn to his mouth, He blew but blasts three; Half a hundred yeomen, with bows bent, Came raking over the lee. 28 ‘Whose men are these,’ said the frier, ‘That come so hastily?’ ‘These men are mine,’ said Robin Hood; ‘Frier, what is that to thee?’ 29 ‘A boon, a boon,’ said the curtal frier, ‘The like I gave to thee; Give me leave to set my fist to my mouth, And to whute whutes three.’ 30 ‘That will I do,’ said Robin Hood, ‘Or else I were to blame; Three whutes in a friers fist Would make me glad and fain.’ 31 The frier he set his fist to his mouth, And whuted whutes three; Half a hundred good ban-dogs Came running the frier unto. 32 ‘Here’s for every man of thine a dog, And I my self for thee:’ ‘Nay, by my faith,’ quoth Robin Hood, ‘Frier, that may not be.’ 33 Two dogs at once to Robin Hood did go, The one behind, the other before; Robin Hoods mantle of Lincoln green Off from his back they tore. 34 And whether his men shot east or west, Or they shot north or south, The curtal dogs, so taught they were, They kept their arrows in their mouth. 35 ‘Take up thy dogs,’ said Little John, ‘Frier, at my bidding be;’ ‘Whose man art thou,’ said the curtal frier, ‘Comes here to prate with me?’ 36 ‘I am Little John, Robin Hoods man, Frier, I will not lie; If thou take not up thy dogs soon, I’le take up them and thee.’ 37 Little John had a bow in his hand, He shot with might and main; Soon half a score of the friers dogs Lay dead upon the plain. 38 ‘Hold thy hand, good fellow,’ said the curtal frier, ‘Thy master and I will agree; And we will have new orders taken, With all the haste that may be.’ 39 ‘If thou wilt forsake fair Fountains Dale, And Fountains Abby free, Every Sunday throughout the year, A noble shall be thy fee. 40 ‘And every holy day throughout the year, Changed shall thy garment be, If thou wilt go to fair Nottingham, And there remain with me.’ 41 This curtal frier had kept Fountains Dale Seven long years or more; There was neither knight, lord, nor earl Could make him yield before. * * * * * #A.# _Half a page is gone after 2^2, 11^3, 21^3._ 1^1. moones?