11^2. To that shot and he. 11^3. bent up a noble. 12^1. O _wanting_. 12^4. must be. 19^1. art thou. 21^2. him _wanting_. 22^1, 23^1. then _wanting_. 23^1. Oh no. 23^2. may not. 25^3. If you’l have more. 25^4. In this. _Followed in all the copies by seven stanzas which belong to a different ballad._ _See_ No 130. 129 ROBIN HOOD AND THE PRINCE OF ARAGON ‘Robin Hood, Will. Scadlock and Little John.’[111] #a.# Roxburghe, I, 358, in the Ballad Society’s reprint, II, 431. #b.# Pepys, II, 120, No 106. Also Roxburghe, III, 582, without a printer’s name. Ritson, Robin Hood, 1795, II, 71, from #a#, with changes; Evans, Old Ballads, 1777, 1784, I, 186. This is only a pseudo-chivalrous romance, tagged to Robin Hood Newly Revived as a Second Part, with eight introductory stanzas. Both parts are as vapid as possible, and no piquancy is communicated by the matter of the two being as alien as oil and water. The Prince of Aragon, a Turk and an infidel, has beleaguered London, and will have the princess to his spouse, unless three champions can vanquish him and his two giants. Robin Hood, Scadlock, and John undertake the case, and disguise themselves as pilgrims, so as not to be stopped on their way. Robin kills the prince, and John and Scadlock each a giant. The king demands to know who his deliverers are, and Robin Hood avails himself of the opportunity to get the king’s pardon for himself and his men. The princess was to be the victor’s prize, but cannot marry all three, as might perhaps have been foreseen. She is allowed to pick, and chooses Will Scadlock. The Earl of Maxfield is present, and weeps bitterly at the sight of Scadlock, because, he says, he had a son like Will, of the name of Young Gamwell. Scadlock, whom we know from the First Part to be Gamwell, falls at his father’s feet, and the wedding follows. 1 Now Robin Hood, Will Scadlock and Little John Are walking over the plain, With a good fat buck which Will Scadlock With his strong bow had slain. 2 ‘Jog on, jog on,’ cries Robin Hood, ‘The day it runs full fast; For though my nephew me a breakfast gave, I have not yet broke my fast. 3 ‘Then to yonder lodge let us take our way, I think it wondrous good, Where my nephew by my bold yeomen Shall be welcomd unto the green wood.’ 4 With that he took the bugle-horn, Full well he could it blow; Streight from the woods came marching down One hundred tall fellows and mo. 5 ‘Stand, stand to your arms!’ crys Will Scadlock, ‘Lo! the enemies are within ken:’ With that Robin Hood he laughd aloud, Crys, They are my bold yeomen. 6 Who, when they arriv’d and Robin espy’d, Cry’d, Master, what is your will? We thought you had in danger been, Your horn did sound so shrill.