9 Com_m_end me to Robin Hood, says Queene Katherine, And alsoe to Litle John, And specially to Will Scarlett, Ffryar Tucke and Maid Marryan. 10 Robin Hood we must call Loxly, And Little John the Millers sonne; Thus wee then must change their names, They must be strangers euery one. 11 Com_m_end mee to Robin Hood, sayes Queene Katherine, And marke, page, what I say; In London they must be w_i_th me [Vpon S^t Georges day.] * * * * * 12 . . . . . . . ‘These words hath sent by me; Att London you must be w_i_th her Vpon S^t Georg[e]s day. 13 ‘Vpon S^t Georg[e]s day att noone Att London needs must you bee; Shee wold not misse yo_u_r companie For all the gold in Cristinty. 14 ‘Shee hath tane a shooting for yo_u_r sake, The greatest in Christentie, And her part you must needs take Against her prince, Henery. 15 ‘Shee sends you heere her gay gold ring A trew token for to bee; And, as you are [a] banisht man, Shee trusts to sett you free.’ 16 ‘And I loose that wager,’ says bold Robin Hoode, ‘I’le bring mony to pay for me; And wether that I win or loose, On my queenes part I will be.’ 17 In som_m_er time when leaues grow greene, And flowers are fresh and gay, Then Ro_bin_ Hood he deckt his men Eche one in braue array. 18 He deckt his men in Lincolne greene, Himselfe in scarlett red; Fayre of theire brest then was it seene When his siluer armes were spread. 19 With hatt_i_s white and fethers blacke, And bowes and arrowes keene, And thus he ietted towards louly London, To p_re_sent Queene Katherine. 20 But when they cam to louly London, They kneeled vpon their knee; Sayes, God you saue, Queene Katherine, And all yo_u_r dignitie! * * * * * 21 . . . . . . . of my guard,’ Thus can King Henry say, ‘And those that wilbe of Queene Katerines side, They are welcome to me this day.’ 22 ‘Then come hither to me, S_i_r Richard Lee, Thou art a knight full good; Well it is knowen ffrom thy pedygree Thou came from Gawiins blood. 23 ‘Come hither, Bishopp of Hereford,’ q_uo_th Queene Katherine— A good preacher I watt was hee— ‘And stand thou heere vpon a odd side, On my side for to bee.’ 24 ‘I like not that,’ sayes the bishopp then, ‘By faikine of my body, For if I might haue my owne will, On the kings I wold bee.’ 25 ‘What will thou be[t] against vs,’ says Loxly then, ‘And stake it on the ground?’ ‘That will I doe, fine fellow,’ he says, ‘And it drawes to fiue hundreth pound.’ 26 ‘There is a bett,’ says Loxly then; ‘Wee’le stake it merrily;’ But Loxly knew full well in his mind And whose that gold shold bee.