A Gest Of Robyn Hode - The Sixth Fytte (317-353) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Argument The Sheriff of Nottingham secures the assistance of the High Sheriff and besets the knight's castle accusing him of harbouring the king's enemies The knight bids him appeal to the king saying he will 'avow' i e make good or justify all he has done on the pledge of all his lands The sheriffs raise the siege and go to London where the king says he will be at Nottingham in two weeks and will capture both the knight and Robin Hood The sheriff returns home to get together a band of archers to assist the king but meanwhile Robin has escaped to the greenwood However the sheriff lies in wait for the knight captures him and takes him bound to Nottingham The knight's lady rides to Robin and begs him to save her lord whereupon Robin and his men hasten to Nottingham kill the sheriff release the knight and carry him off to the greenwoodA
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The latter episode of Robin's release at the request of his wife of a knight taken captive by the sheriff comes probably from a separate ballad Robin Hood rescuing Three Squires tells a similar story This the compiler of the Gest has apparently woven in with the story of the previous fyttes though he has not done so very thoroughly e g the inconsistency of Robin's question to the knight's wife 'What man hath your lord i take ' with his knowledge of the knight's defiance of the sheriff The compiler has also neatly prepared the way for the introduction of the seventh and eighth fyttes by the knight's appeal to the king but having done so he has apparently forgotten the king's undertaking to come to Nottingham and has allowed the sheriff to anticipate that plan and capture the knight without assistanceB
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THE SIXTH FYTTEA
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Lythe and lysten gentylmenC
And herkyn to your songeD
Howe the proud shyref of NotynghamE
And men of armys strongeD
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Full fast cam to the hy shyrefF
The contr up to routeA
And they besette the knyght s castellG
The wall s all abouteA
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The proud shyref loude gan cryeH
And sayde 'Thou traytour knightA
Thou kepest here the kynges enemysB
Agaynst the lawe and right '-
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'Syr I wyll avowe that I have doneC
The dedys that here be dyghtA
Upon all the land s that I haveF
As I am a trew knyghtA
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'Wende furth sirs on your wayI
And do no more to meE
Tyll ye wyt oure kyng s willeJ
What he wyll say to thee '-
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The shyref thus had his answereK
Without any lesyngeD
Forth he yede to London towneC
All for to tel our kingeD
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Ther he telde him of that knightA
And eke of Robyn HodeA
And also of the bolde archarsB
That were soo noble and godeA
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'He wyll avowe that he hath doneC
To mayntene the outlawes strongeD
He wyll be lorde and set you at noughtA
In all the northe londe '-
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'I wil be at Notyngham ' sayde our kyngeD
'Within this fourteennyghtA
And take I wyll Robyn HodeA
And so I wyll that knightA
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'Go nowe home shyref ' sayde our kyngeD
'And do as I byd theeE
And ordeyn gode archers ynoweI
Of all the wyde contr '-
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The shyref had his leve i takeL
And went hym on his wayI
And Robyn Hode to gren wodeA
Upon a certen dayA
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And Lytel John was hole of the aroweI
That shot was in his kneC
And dyd hym streyght to Robyn HodeA
Under the grene wode treeE
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Robyn Hode walked in the forestA
Under the levys greneC
The proud shyref of NotynghamE
Thereof he had grete teneC
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The shyref there fayled of Robyn HodeA
He myght not have his prayA
Than he awayted this gentyll knyghtA
Bothe by nyght and dayA
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Ever he wayted the gentyll knyghtA
Syr Richarde at the LeeE
As he went on haukynge by the ryver sydeA
And lete his hauk s fleeE
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Toke he there this gentyll knightA
With men of armys strongeD
And led hym to NotynghamwardeA
Bounde bothe fote and handeA
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The sheref sware a full grete otheE
Bi him that dyed on rodeA
He had lever than an hundred poundA
That he had Robyn HodeA
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This harde the knyght s wyfeF
A fayr lady and a freeE
She set hir on a gode palfreyE
To grene wode anone rode sheE
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Whanne she cam in the forestA
Under the grene wode treeE
Fonde she there Robyn HodeA
And all his fayre menC
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'God thee sav gode RobynC
And all thy companyE
For Our der Ladyes sakeL
A bon graunte thou meE
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'Late never my wedded lordeA
Shamefully slayne beE
He is fast bowne to NotinghamwardeA
For the love of thee '-
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Anone than saide goode RobynC
To that lady so freE
'What man hath your lorde ytake '-
'The proude shirife ' than sayd sheE
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'You may them overtake RobynC
For soth as I thee sayA
He is nat yet thre myl sB
Passed on his way '-
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Up than sterte gode RobynC
As man that had ben wodeA
'Buske you my mery menC
For hym that dyed on rodeA
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'And he that this sorowe forsakethE
By hym that dyed on treA
Shall he never in gren wodeA
No lenger dwel with me '-
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Sone there were gode bow s bentA
Mo than seven scoreE
Hedge ne dyche spared they noneC
That was them beforeE
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'I make myn avowe to God ' sayde RobynC
'The sherif wolde I fayne seeE
And if I may him takeL
I quyt then shall he be '-
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And when they came to NotinghamE
They walked in the streteA
And with the proud sherif i wysE
Son can they meteA
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'Abyde thou proud sherif ' he saydeA
'Abyde and speke with meE
Of some tidinges of oure kingeD
I wolde fayne here of theeE
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'This seven yere by dere worthy GodA
Ne yede I this fast on foteA
I make myn avowe to God thou proud sherifF
It is not for thy gode '-
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Robyn bent a full goode boweI
An arrowe he drowe at wyllE
He hit so the proud sherifeF
Upon the grounde he lay full stillE
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And or he myght up aryseE
On his fete to stondeA
He smote of the sherifs hedeA
With his bright brondeA
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'Lye thou there thou proud sherifeF
Evyll mote thou cheveF
There myght no man to thee trusteA
The whyles thou were a lyve '-
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His men drewe out theyr bryght swerdesE
That were so sharpe and keneC
And layde on the sheryves menC
And dryved them downe bydeneC
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Robyn stert to that knyghtA
And cut a two his bondeA
And toke hym in his hand a boweI
And bad hym by hym stondeA
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'Leve thy hors thee behyndeA
And lerne for to renneC
Thou shalt with me to gren wodeA
Through myr mosse and fenneC
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'Thou shalt with me to gren wodeA
Without ony leasyngeD
Tyll that I have gete us graceE
Of Edwarde our comly kynge '-

Frank Sidgwick



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