131 He purueyed hi_m_ an hundred bowes, The stryngës well ydyght, An hundred shefe of arowës gode, The hedys burneshed full bryght; 132 And euery arowe an ellë longe, With pecok wel idyght, Inocked all w_i_t_h_ whyte siluer; It was a semely syght. 133 He purueyed hym an [hondreth men], Well harness[ed in that stede], #b.# And hym selfe in that same sete, And clothed in whyte and rede. 134 He bare a launsgay in his honde, And a man ledde his male, And reden with a lyght songe Vnto Bernysdale. 135 But as he we_n_t at a brydge ther was a wrastely_n_g, And there taryed was he, And there was all the best yemen Of all the west countree. 136 A full fayre game there was vp set, A whyte bulle vp i-pyght, A grete courser, with sadle and brydil, #a.# With golde burnyssht full bryght. 137 A payre of gloues, a rede golde rynge, A pype of wyne, in fay; What man that bereth hym best i-wys The pryce shall bere away. 138 There was a yoman in that place, And best worthy was he, And for he was ferre and frembde bested, Slayne he shulde haue be. 139 The knight had ruthe of this yoman, In placë where he stode; He sayde that yoman shulde haue no harme, For loue of Robyn Hode. 140 The knyght presed in to the place, An hundreth folowed hym [free], With bowës bent and arowës sharpe, For to shende that companye. 141 They shulderd all and made hym rome, To wete what he wolde say; He toke the yema_n_ bi the ha_n_de, And gaue hy_m_ al the play. 142 He gaue hy_m_ fyue marke for his wyne, There it lay on the molde. And bad it shulde be set a broche, Drynkë who so wolde. 143 Thus longe taried this gentyll knyght, Tyll that play was done; So longe abode Robyn fastinge, Thre hourës after the none. THE THIRDE FYTTE. 144 Lyth and lystyn, gentilmen, All that nowe be here; Of Litell John_n_, that was the knightës man, Goode myrth ye shall here. 145 It was vpon a mery day That yonge men wolde go shete; Lytell John_n_ fet his bowe anone, And sayde he wolde them mete. 146 Thre tymes Litell John_n_ shet aboute, And alwey he slet the wande; The proudë sherif of Notingham By the markës can stande. 147 The sherif swore a full greate othe: ‘By hy_m_ th_a_t dyede on a tre, This ma_n_ is the best arschére That euer yet sawe I [me.] 148 ‘Say me nowe, wight yonge man, What is nowe thy name? In what countre were thou borne, And where is thy wonynge wane?’ 149 ‘In Holdernes, sir, I was borne, I-wys al of my dame; Me_n_ cal me Reynolde Grenëlef Whan I am at home.’ 150 ‘Sey me, Reyno[l]de Grenëlefe, Wolde thou dwell with me? And euery yere I woll the gyue Twenty marke to thy fee.’