304. Robim dos Bosques

‘Therof no force,’ than sayde Robyn;
‘We shall do well inowe;
But loke ye do no husbonde harme,
That tilleth with his ploughe.

‘No more ye shall no gode yeman
That walketh by grenwode shawe;
Ne no knyght ne no squyer
That wol be a gode felawe.

‘These bisshoppes and these archebishoppes,
Ye shall them bete and bynde;
The hy sherif of Notyingham,
Hym holde ye in your mynde.’

The Geste of Robyn Hode