by: John Marshall (Editor)
Robbins Library Digital Projects Announcement: We are currently working on a large-scale migration of the Robbins Library Digital Projects to a new platform. This migration affects The Camelot Project, The Robin Hood Project, The Crusades Project, The Cinderella Bibliography, and Visualizing Chaucer.
While these resources will remain accessible during the course of migration, they will be static, with reduced functionality. They will not be updated during this time. We anticipate the migration project to be complete by Summer 2025.
If you have any questions or concerns, please contact us directly at robbins@ur.rochester.edu. We appreciate your understanding and patience.
While these resources will remain accessible during the course of migration, they will be static, with reduced functionality. They will not be updated during this time. We anticipate the migration project to be complete by Summer 2025.
If you have any questions or concerns, please contact us directly at robbins@ur.rochester.edu. We appreciate your understanding and patience.
Robin Hood and the Sheriff of Nottingham
KNIGHT:
Syr Sheryffe, for thy sake,
Robyn Hode wull Y take.
SHERIFF:
I wyll the gyffe golde and fee,
This be-heste thou holde me.
KNIGHT:
Robyn Hode, ffayre and fre,
Vndre this lynde shot we.
ROBIN:
With the shote Y wyll,
Alle thy lustes to full-fyll.
KNIGHT:
Have at the pryke!
ROBIN:
And Y cleue the styke.
KNIGHT:
Late vs caste the stone.
ROBIN:
I graunte well, by Sent John!
KNIGHT:
Late vs caste the exaltre.
Have a foote be-fore the.
ROBIN:
Syr Knyght, ye haue a falle.
KNIGHT:
And I the, Robyn, qwyte shall.
ROBIN:
Owte on the! I blowe myn horne.
KNIGHT:
Hit ware better be vn-borne.
Lat vs fyght at ottraunce:
He that fleth, God gyfe hym myschaunce!
ROBIN:
Now I haue the maystry here:
Off I smyte this sory swyre.
This knyghtys clothis wolle I were,
And in my hode his hede woll bere.
LITTLE JOHN:
Well mete, felowe myn,
What herst thou of gode Robyn?
FRIAR TUCK:
Robyn Hode and his menye
With the Sheryff takyn be.
LITTLE JOHN:
Sette on foote with gode wyll,
And the Sheryffe wull we kyll.
FRIAR TUCK:
Be-holde wele Frere Tuke,
Howe he dothe his bowe pluke!
SHERIFF:
Yeld yow, syrs, to the Sheryffe,
Or elles shall your bowes clyffe.
LITTLE JOHN:
Now we be bownden alle in same:
Frere [T]uke, this is no game.
SHERIFF:
Co[m]e thou forth, thou fals outlawe;
Thou shall [be] hangyde and y-drawe.
FRIAR TUCK:
Now[e], allas, what shall we doo?
We [m]oste to the prysone goo,
SHERIFF:
Opy[n] the yatis faste anon,
An[d la]te theis thevys ynne gon.
Syr Sheryffe, for thy sake,
Robyn Hode wull Y take.
SHERIFF:
I wyll the gyffe golde and fee,
This be-heste thou holde me.
KNIGHT:
Robyn Hode, ffayre and fre,
Vndre this lynde shot we.
ROBIN:
With the shote Y wyll,
Alle thy lustes to full-fyll.
KNIGHT:
Have at the pryke!
ROBIN:
And Y cleue the styke.
KNIGHT:
Late vs caste the stone.
ROBIN:
I graunte well, by Sent John!
KNIGHT:
Late vs caste the exaltre.
Have a foote be-fore the.
ROBIN:
Syr Knyght, ye haue a falle.
KNIGHT:
And I the, Robyn, qwyte shall.
ROBIN:
Owte on the! I blowe myn horne.
KNIGHT:
Hit ware better be vn-borne.
Lat vs fyght at ottraunce:
He that fleth, God gyfe hym myschaunce!
ROBIN:
Now I haue the maystry here:
Off I smyte this sory swyre.
This knyghtys clothis wolle I were,
And in my hode his hede woll bere.
LITTLE JOHN:
Well mete, felowe myn,
What herst thou of gode Robyn?
FRIAR TUCK:
Robyn Hode and his menye
With the Sheryff takyn be.
LITTLE JOHN:
Sette on foote with gode wyll,
And the Sheryffe wull we kyll.
FRIAR TUCK:
Be-holde wele Frere Tuke,
Howe he dothe his bowe pluke!
SHERIFF:
Yeld yow, syrs, to the Sheryffe,
Or elles shall your bowes clyffe.
LITTLE JOHN:
Now we be bownden alle in same:
Frere [T]uke, this is no game.
SHERIFF:
Co[m]e thou forth, thou fals outlawe;
Thou shall [be] hangyde and y-drawe.
FRIAR TUCK:
Now[e], allas, what shall we doo?
We [m]oste to the prysone goo,
SHERIFF:
Opy[n] the yatis faste anon,
An[d la]te theis thevys ynne gon.
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