31 Than answered the gentyll knight, With wordës fayre and fre; God the saue, goode Robyn, And all thy fayre meynë. 32 They wasshed togeder and wyped bothe, And sette to theyr dynere; Brede and wyne they had right ynoughe, And noumbles of the dere. 33 Swannes and fessauntes they had full gode, And foules of the ryuere; There fayled none so litell a birde That euer was bred on bryre. 34 ‘Do gladly, sir knight,’ sayde Robyn; ‘Gramarcy, sir,’ sayde he; ‘Suche a dinere had I nat Of all these wekys thre. 35 ‘If I come ageyne, Robyn, Here by thys contrë, As gode a dyner I shall the make As that thou haest made to me.’ 36 ‘Gramarcy, knyght,’ sayde Robyn; ‘My dyner whan that I it haue, I was neuer so gredy, bi dere worthy God, My dyner for to craue. 37 ‘But pay or ye wende,’ sayde Robyn; ‘Me thynketh it is gode ryght; It was neuer the maner, by dere worthi God, A yoman to pay for a knyhht.’ 38 ‘I haue nought i_n_ my coffers,’ saide the knyght, ‘That I may prefer for shame:’ ‘Litell John_n_, go loke,’ sayde Robyn, ‘Ne let nat for no blame. 39 ‘Tel me truth,’ than saide Robyn, ‘So God haue parte of the:’ ‘I haue no more but ten shelynges,’ sayde the knyght, ‘So God haue parte of me.’ 40 If thou hast no more,’ sayde Robyn, ‘I woll nat one peny; And yf thou haue nede of any more, More shall I lend the. 41 ‘Go nowe furth, Littell John_n_, The truth tell thou me; If there be no more but ten shelinges, No peny that I se.’ 42 Lyttell John_n_ sprede downe hys mantell Full fayre vpon the grounde, And there he fonde in the knyghtës cofer But euen halfe [a] pounde. 43 Littell John_n_ let it lye full styll, And went to hys maysteer [full] lowe; ‘What tidyngës, John_n_?’ sayde Robyn; ‘Sir, the knyght is true inowe.’ 44 ‘Fyll of the best wine,’ sayde Robyn, ‘The knyght shall begynne; Moche wo_n_der thi_n_keth me Thy clot[h]ynge is so thin[n]e. 45 ‘Tell me [one] worde,’ sayde Robyn, ‘And counsel shal it be; I trowe thou warte made a knyght of force, Or ellys of yemanry. 46 ‘Or ellys thou hast bene a sori husbande, And lyued in stroke and stryfe; An okerer, or ellis a lechoure,’ sayde Robyn, ‘Wyth wronge hast led thy lyfe.’ 47 ‘I am none of those,’ sayde the knyght, ‘By God that madë me; An hundred wy_n_ter here before Myn auncetres knyghtes haue be. 48 ‘But oft it hath befal, Robyn, A man hath be disgrate; But God that sitteth in heuen aboue May amende his state. 49 ‘Withyn this two yere, Robyne,’ he sayde, ‘My neghbours well it knowe, Foure hundred pounde of gode money Ful well than myght I spende. 50 ‘Nowe haue I no gode,’ saide the knyght, ‘God hath shaped such an ende, But my chyldren and my wyfe, Tyll God yt may amende.’