Greiued againe he shalbe,
Nor noe man within my howse
Shall doe wrong vnto thee.'

12.
'But it is not your head kookes man,
Nor none of his degree,
But or tomorrow ere it be noone,
You are deemed to die;

13.
'& of that thanke your head steward,
& after your gay ladie.'
'If it be true, my litle foote page,
Ile make thee heyre of all my land.'

14.
'If it be not true, my deare master,
God let me neuer thye.'
'If it be not true, thou litle foot page,
A dead corse shalt thou be.'

15.
He called downe his head kooke's man:
'Cooke, in kitchen super to dresse':
'All & anon, my deare master,
Anon att your request.'

16.
'& call you downe my faire Lady,
This night to supp with mee.'
... ... ...
... ... ...

17.
& downe then came that fayre Lady,
Was cladd all in purple & palle,
The rings that were vpon her fingers
Cast light thorrow the hall.

18.
'What is your will, my owne wed Lord,
What is your will with me?'
'I am sicke, fayre Lady,
Sore sicke, & like to dye.'

19.
'But & you be sicke, my owne wed Lord,
Soe sore it greiueth mee,
But my 5 maydens & my selfe
Will goe & make your bedd,

20.
'& at the wakening of your first sleepe,
You shall haue a hott drinke made,
& at the wakening of your next sleepe
Your sorrowes will haue a slake.'

21.
He put a silke cote on his backe,
Was 13 inches folde,
& put a steele cap vpon his head,
Was gilded with good red gold;

22.
& he layd a bright browne sword by his side
& another att his ffeete,
& full well knew old Robin then
Whether he shold wake or sleepe.

23.
& about the middle time of the night
Came 24 good knights in,
Sir Gyles he was the formost man,
Soe well he knew that ginne.

24.
Old Robin with a bright browne sword
Sir Gyles' head he did winne,
Soe did he all those 24,
Neuer a one went quicke out [agen];

25.
None but one litle foot page
Crept forth at a window of stone,
& he had 2 armes when he came in
And [when he went out he had none].

26.
Vpp then came that ladie light
With torches burning bright;
Shee thought to haue brought Sir Gyles a drinke,
But shee found her owne wedd knight;

27.
& the first thing that this ladye stumbled vpon,
Was of Sir Gyles his ffoote;
Sayes, 'Euer alacke,