‘Now tell me thy name, good fellowe,’ sayd he, ‘Under the leaves of lyne[948].’-- ‘Nay by my faith,’ quoth good Robìn, ‘Till thou have told me thine.’ XXXV ‘I dwell by dale and downe,’ quoth hee, ‘And Robin to take I’me sworne; And when I am callèd by my right name I am Guy of good Gisborne.’-- XXXVI ‘My dwelling is in this wood,’ sayes Robin, ‘By thee I set right nought: I am Robin Hood of Barnèsdale, Whom thou so long hast sought.’ XXXVII He that had neither beene kithe nor kin, Might have seene a full fayre sight, To see how together these yemen went With blades both browne and bright: XXXVIII To see how these yemen together they fought Two howres of a summer’s day: Yett neither Sir Guy nor Robin Hood Them fettled to flye away. XXXIX Robin was reachles on[949] a roote, And stumbled at that tyde; And Guy was quick and nimble with-all, And hitt him o’er the left side. XL ‘Ah deere Lady!’ sayd Robin Hood, ‘That art both mother and may[950], I think it was never man’s destinye To dye before his day.’ XLI Robin thought on Our Ladye deere, And soone leapt up againe, And strait he came with an aukward[951] stroke, And he Sir Guy hath slayne. XLII He took Sir Guy’s head by the hayre, And stickèd itt on his bowes end: ‘Thou hast been traytor all thy liffe, Which thing must have an ende.’ XLIII Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffe, And nicked Sir Guy in the face, That he was never on woman born, Cold tell whose head it was. XLIV Saies, ‘Lye there, lye there, good Sir Guy, And with me be not wrothe; If thou have had the worse strokes at my hand, Thou shalt have the better clothe.’ XLV Robin did off his gowne of greene, And on Sir Guy did it throwe, And hee put on that capull-hyde[952], That clad him topp to toe. XLVI ‘The bowe, the arrowes, and litle horne, Now with me I will beare; For I will away to Barnèsdale, To see how my men doe fare.’ XLVII Robin sett Guy’s horne to his mouth, A loud blast in it he did blow, That beheard the Sheriffe of Nottingham, As he leaned under a lowe[953]. XLVIII ‘Hearken! hearken!’ sayd the Sheriffe, ‘I heare now tydings good, For yonder I heare Sir Guy’s horne blowe, And he hath slaine Robin Hood. XLIX ‘Yonder I heare Sir Guy’s horne blowe, Itt blowes soe well in tyde, And yonder comes that wight yemàn, Cladd in his capull-hyde. L ‘Come hyther, come hyther, thou good Sir Guy, Aske what thou wilt of mee.’-- ‘O I will none of thy gold,’ sayd Robin, ‘Nor I will none of thy fee: LI