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"
"
I
I
'll
'll
hold
hold
the
the
best
best
of
of
you
you
twenty
marks
marks
,
,
"
"
quoth
quoth
bold
bold
Robin
Robin
,
,
"
"
that
that
I
I
hit
hit
the
the
clout
clout
at
at
threescore
threescore
rods
rods
,
,
by
by
the
the
good
good
help
help
of
of
Our
Our
Lady
Lady
fair
fair
.
.
"
"
At
this
all
laughed
aloud
,
and
one
said
,
"
Well
boasted
,
thou
fair
infant
,
well
boasted
!
And
well
thou
knowest
that
no
target
is
nigh
to
make
good
thy
wager
.
"
And
another
cried
,
"
He
will
be
taking
ale
with
his
milk
next
.
"
At
At
this
this
Robin
Robin
grew
grew
right
right
mad
mad
.
.
"
Hark
ye
,
"
said
he
,
"
yonder
,
at
the
glade
's
end
,
I
see
a
herd
of
deer
,
even
more
than
threescore
rods
distant
.
I
'll
hold
you
twenty
marks
that
,
by
leave
of
Our
Lady
,
I
cause
the
best
hart
among
them
to
die
.
"
"
"
Now
Now
done
done
!
!
"
"
cried
he
who
had
spoken
first
.
"
And
here
are
twenty
marks
.
I
wager
that
thou
causest
no
beast
to
die
,
with
or
without
the
aid
of
Our
Lady
.
"
Then
Robin
took
his
good
yew
bow
in
his
hand
,
and
placing
the
tip
at
his
instep
,
he
strung
it
right
deftly
;
then
he
nocked
a
broad
clothyard
arrow
and
,
raising
the
bow
,
drew
the
gray
goose
feather
to
his
ear
;
the
next
moment
the
bowstring
rang
and
the
arrow
sped
down
the
glade
as
a
sparrowhawk
skims
in
a
northern
wind
.
High
leaped
the
noblest
hart
of
all
the
herd
,
only
to
fall
dead
,
reddening
the
green
path
with
his
heart
's
blood
.
"
"
Ha
Ha
!
"
"
cried
Robin
,
"
how
likest
thou
that
shot
,
good
fellow
?
I
wot
the
wager
were
mine
,
an
it
were
three
hundred
pounds
.
"
Then
all
the
foresters
were
filled
with
rage
,
and
he
who
had
spoken
the
first
and
had
lost
the
wager
was
more
angry
than
all
.
"
Nay
Nay
,
,
"
"
cried
cried
he
he
,
,
"
"
the
the
wager
wager
is
none
none
of
of
thine
thine
,
,
and
and
get
get
thee
thee
gone
gone
,
,
straightway
straightway
,
,
or
or
,
,
by
by
all
the
the
saints
saints
of
of
heaven
heaven
,
,
I
I
'll
'll
baste
baste
thy
thy
sides
sides
until
until
thou
thou
wilt
wilt
ne'er
be
be
able
able
to
to
walk
again
again
.
.
"
"
"
Knowest
thou
not
,
"
said
another
,
"
that
thou
hast
killed
the
King
's
deer
,
and
,
by
the
laws
of
our
gracious
lord
and
sovereign
King
Harry
,
thine
ears
should
be
shaven
close
to
thy
head
?
"
