Shortly after, his prisoner appeared, fell at his feet, and wished to pay the ransom, begging that he would not be angry, for the money could not be got sooner. But the nobleman said, Stand up, my good man. Keep your money, and go whither you will, for your surety has paid your ransom. Ed. Oesterley, p. 49. The gist of the story is in Jacques de Vitry, Sermones Vulgares, fol. 62, MS. 17,509, Bibliothèque Nationale, Paris; Scala Celi (1480), 159 b, “De Restitucione,” and elsewhere: see Oesterly’s note, p. 480. A very amusing variety is the _fabliau_ Du povre Mercier, Barbazan et Méon, III, 17; Montaiglon et Raynaud, II, 114; Legrand, III, 93, ed. 1829.[75] 293^3. Reynolde. Possibly Little John borrows this Reynolde’s name in 149, but there is no apparent reason why he should. In the following very strange, and to me utterly unintelligible, piece in Ravenscroft’s Deuteromelia, which may have been meant to have only enough sense to sing, Renold, a miller’s son, mickle of might (was he rechristened Much?), becomes one of Robin Hood’s men. (Deuteromelia, p. 4: London, for Tho. Adams, 1609.) 1 By Lands-dale hey ho, By mery Lands-dale hey ho, There dwelt a jolly miller, And a very good old man was he, hey ho. 2 He had, he had and a sonne a, Men called him Renold, And mickle of his might Was he, was he, hey ho. 3 And from his father a wode a, His fortune for to seeke, From mery Lands-dale Wode he, wode he, hey ho. 4 His father would him seeke a, And found him fast a sleepe; Among the leaves greene Was he, was he, hey ho. 5 He tooke, he tooke him up a, All by the lilly-white hand, And set him on his feet, And bad him stand, hey ho. 6 He gave to him a benbow, Made all of a trusty tree, And arrowës in his hand, And bad him let them flee. 7 And shoote was that that a did a, Some say he shot a mile, But halfe a mile and more Was it, was it, hey ho. 8 And at the halfe miles end, There stood an armed man; The childe he shot him through, And through and through, hey ho.[76] 9 His beard was all on a white a, As white as whale is bone, His eyes they were as cleare As christall stone, hey ho. 10 And there of him they made Good yeoman, Robin Rood, Scarlet, and Little John, And Little John, hey ho. 302–05. The Klepht Giphtakis, wounded in knee and hand, exclaims: Where are you, my brother, my friend? Come back and take me off, or take off my head, lest the Turk should do so, and carry it to that dog of an Ali Pacha. (1790. Fauriel, I, 20; Zambelios, p. 621, No 32; Passow, p. 52, No 61.)