[Here begynneth a lytell geste of Robyn hode] Little gest of Robin Hood. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A03566 of text S111381 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 13689.3). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 3 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A03566 STC 13689.3 ESTC S111381 99846742 99846742 11729 2240906362

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. A03566) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 11729) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 80:07) [Here begynneth a lytell geste of Robyn hode] Little gest of Robin Hood. [2+] leaves Hugh Goes, [York : not after 1509] Title and imprint from STC which gives publication date as: 1506?-1509. In verse. In Goes's 95 mm. textura with w² having serif curling down on the left--STC. Formerly STC 13687. Identified as STC 13687 on UMI microfilm. Imperfect; a fragment. Reproduction of the original in the Bodleian Library. eng Robin Hood, -- Legendary character -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Ballads, English. eebo [Here begynneth a lytell geste of Robyn hode] [no entry] 1509 6 863 11 0 0 0 0 4 14032.44 F The rate of 14032.44 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2009-04 Assigned for keying and markup 2009-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2010-04 Sampled and proofread 2010-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2011-06 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Of hym I haue herde myche good I graunte he sayd with you to wende . My bretherne all in fere . My purpose was to haue dyned to day At blythe or dancastere Forthe than went this gentyll knyght with a carefull chere The teres out of his eyen ran : And fell downe by his ere . They brought hym to the lodge dore . whan Robyn hym gan se Full curteylly dyd of his hode And set hym on his kne welcome syr knyght then seyd Robyn . welcome arte thou to me . I haue a byde you fastynge syr All these oures thre Then answered the g●ntyll knyght . with wordes fayre and fre God the saue good Robyn And all thy fayre meyne . They wesshe to gyder and Wypped bothe And sat tyll there dyner Brede and wyne they had ryght Inough . And noumbles of the dere . Swannes and fesauntes they had full good . And foules of the reuere . Ther fayled non so lytell a byrde That euer was bred on brere Do gladly syr knyght sayd Robyn . Gramercy syr sayd he Syche a dyner had I not Of all this wekes thre . yf I come ageyne Robyn Here by this countre As good a dyner I shall the make As thou haste made to me Gramercy knyght sayd Robyn My dener whan that I haue I was neuer so gredy by der worthy god My dyner for to craue . But pay or ye wende sayd Robyn Me thynke it is good ryght . It was neuer the maner by der worthy god A yoman to pay for a knyght . I haue nought in mi cofers sayd the knyght That I may profer for shame Lytell Iohan go loke seyd Robyn Ne let not for no blame Tell me treuthe then sayd Robyn So god haue parte of the I haue no more but . x.s . sayd the knyght So god haue parte of me yf thou haue no more sayd Robyn I wyll not one peny And yf thou haue nede of ony more More shall I len the Go now forthe lytell Iohan The truthe tell thou me yf there be no more but. x. s ▪ Not one peny that I se : Lytell Iohan spored downe is mantell Full fayre vpon the grounde . And there he founde in the knyghtes cofer . But euen halfe a pounde Lytell Iohan lete it lye full styll And went to his mayster full lowe what tydynge Iohan sayd Robyn Syr the knyght is trewe Inowe Fyll of the best wyne sayd Robyn The knyght shall begynne . Myche wonder thyket me Thy clothynge is so thynne . Tell me one worde sayd Robyn And counsell shal it be I trowe thou Were made a knyght of forse Or elles of yemanry Or elles thou haste be a sory husband And leued in stroke and stryfe . And okerer or elles a lechoure sayd Robyn with wronge hast led thy lyf I am nene of tho sayd the knygt . By god that made me . An .c. wynter here before . My aunsetteres knyghtes haue be But ofte it hath befall Robyn A man hath be dysgrate But god that syt in heuen aboue May amende his state within this two yere Robyn he sayd My neyghborts well knowe Foure hondred pounde of good money Fbll well than myght I spende Now haue I no good sayd the knyght But my chyldren and my wyfe God hath shapen suche an ende . Tyll god it may amende In what maner sayd Robyn Haste thou lore thy ryches For my grete foly he sayd . And for my kyndenesse I had a sone forsothe Robyn That sholde haue bene myne eyre when he was twenty wynter olde In felde wolde Iuste full feyre . He slewe a knyght of lancasesshyre And a squyre bold . For to saue hym in his ryght ●y gooddes bothe sette and solde 〈◊〉 londes bothe sette to wedde Robyn ●●●●ll a sertayne day 〈◊〉 a ryche abbot here besyde 〈◊〉 ●aynt Mary abbay . ●hat is the somme sayd robyn . Trouthe than tell thou me Syr he sayde four hondred pounde ●he abbot tolde it to me . ●owe and thou lese thy londe sayd Robyn . ●hat shall fall of the Hastely I wyll me buske sayd the knyght . Ouer the salte see . And se wher cryste was quycke and dede On the mounte of caluere Fare well frende and haue good day . It may noo better be Teeres fell out of his two eyen . He wolde haue gone his way Fare well frende and haue good day . I ne haue noo nother to pay . Where be the frendes sayd Robyn Syr neuer one wyll me knowe whyle I was ryche Inowe at home Grete boste then wolde they blowe And now they renne a way fro me As bestes on a rowe . They take no more hede of me .