5 A good oke staffe, a yard and a halfe, Each one had in his hande; And they were all bound to Nottingham towne, As you shall understand. 6 ‘Yonder I see bolde peddlers three,’ Said Robin to Scarlett and John; ‘We’le search their packes upon their backes Before that they be gone. 7 ‘Holla, good fellowes!’ quod Robin Hood, ‘Whither is it ye doe goe? Now stay and rest, for that is the best, ’Tis well ye should doe soe.’ 8 ‘Noe rest we neede, on our roade we speede, Till to Nottingham we get:’ ‘Thou tellst a lewde lye,’ said Robin, ‘for I Can see that ye swinke and swet.’ 9 The peddlers three crosst over the lee, They did not list to fight: ‘I charge you tarrie,’ quod Robin, ‘for marry, This is my owne land by right. 10 ‘This is my mannor and this is my parke, I would have ye for to knowe; Ye are bolde outlawes, I see by cause Ye are so prest to goe.’ 11 The peddlers three turned round to see Who it might be they herd; Then agen went on as they list to be gone, And never answered word. 12 Then toke Robin Hood an arrow so good, Which he did never lacke, And drew his bowe, and the swift arrowe Went through the last peddlers packe. 13 Ffor him it was well on the packe it fell, Or his life had found an ende; And it pierst the skin of his backe within, Though the packe did stand his frend. 14 Then downe they flung their packes eche one, And stayde till Robin came: Quod Robin, I saide ye had better stayde; Good sooth, ye were to blame. 15 ‘And who art thou? by S. Crispin, I vowe I’le quickly cracke thy head!’ Cried Robin, Come on, all three, or one; It is not so soone done as said. 16 My name, by the roode, is Robin Hood, And this is Scarlett and John; It is three to three, ye may plainelie see, Soe now, brave fellowes, laye on. 17 The first peddlars blowe brake Robins bowe That he had in his hand; And Scarlett and John, they eche had one That they unneath could stand. 18 ‘Now holde your handes,’ cride Robin Hood, ‘Ffor ye have got oken staves; But tarie till wee can get but three, And a fig for all your braves.’ 19 Of the peddlers the first, his name Kit o Thirske, Said, We are all content; Soe eche tooke a stake for his weapon, to make The peddlers to repent. 20 Soe to it they fell, and their blowes did ring well Uppon the others backes; And gave the peddlers cause to wish They had not cast their packes. 21 Yet the peddlers three of their blowes were so free That Robin began for to rue; And Scarlett and John had such loade laide on It made the sunne looke blue. 22 At last Kits oke caught Robin a stroke That made his head to sound; He staggerd, and reelde, till he fell on the fielde, And the trees with him went round.