Robin Hood and the Beggar
Robin Hood and the Beggar, I
From The English and Scottish Popular Ballads, ed. Francis James Child, 5 vols. (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1889), Vol. 3, number 133. Edited with notes and modernized punctuation and spelling by David Bevington. See Child's Ballads Vol. 3 numbers 115-54 for other ballad accounts of Robin Hood.
[As Robin Hood is riding toward Nottingham, he chances upon a beggar begging for alms. Claiming that he has no money, Robin Hood offers instead to fight a bout with the beggar. He cries truce when the beggar gives him three blows for every one of Robin's sword strokes. Robin thereupon exchanges his horse and finery for the beggar's rags and bags and proceeds on thus accoutered to Nottingham, where, with the assistance of 100 archers whom he summons by a blast on his horn, Robin rescues three yeomen from the Sheriff of Nottingham and defeats that hated official in battle. The story bears some resemblance to Shakespeare's source narratives for As You Like It. See the reference to "old Robin Hood of England" and his "many merry men" at AYL, 1.2.111-14.]
¶_Hey down, down, and a-down,
¶_That mirth do love for to hear,
¶And a story true I'll tell unto you,
5_If that you will but draw near.
¶_And archery was holden good,
¶There was an outlaw, as many did know,
¶_Which men called Robin Hood.
¶_Bold Robin was merry disposed;
¶His time to spend he did intend
¶_Either with friends or foes.
15_The which was worth angels ten.
¶With a mantle of green, most brave to be seen,
¶_He left all his merry men.
¶_Some pastime for to spy,
20There was he aware of a jolly beggar
¶_As e'er he beheld with his eyes.
¶_Which he daily did use for to wear,
¶And many a bag about him did wag,
25_Which made Robin Hood to him repair.
¶_"What countryman? Tell to me:"
¶I am Yorkshire, sir; but, ere you go far,
¶_Some charity give unto me."
¶_"I pray thee tell unto me."
¶"No lands nor livings," the beggar he said,
¶_"But a penny for charity."
35_"But, a ranger within the wood,
¶I am an outlaw, as many do know.
¶_My name it is Robin Hood.
¶_That a bout with [thee] I must try.
40Thy coat of gray lay down, I say,
¶_And my mantle of green shall lie by."
¶_"Thy part it will be the worse;
¶For I hope this bout to give thee the rout,
45_And then have at thy purse."
¶_And Robin had a nut-brown sword;
¶So the beggar drew nigh, and at Robin let fly,
¶_But gave him never a word.
¶_"This game well pleaseth me."
¶For every blow that Robin did give
¶_The beggar gave buffets three.
55_Not far from Nottingham town,
¶They never fled, till from Robin['s] head
¶_The blood came trickling down.
¶_"And thou and I will agree."
60"If that be true," the beggar he said,
¶_"Thy mantle come give unto me."
¶_"Thy bags and coat give me,
¶And this mantle of mine I'll to thee resign,
65_My horse and my bravery."
¶_He lookèd round about.
¶"Methinks," said he, "I seem to be
¶_A beggar brave and stout.
¶_So have I another for corn;
¶I have one for salt, and another for malt,
¶_And one for my little horn.
75_Some charity for to find:"
¶And if any more of Robin you'll know,
¶_In this second part it's behind.
¶_With his bags hanging down to his knee;
80His staff and his coat scarce worth a groat,
¶_Yet merrily passèd he.
¶_He heard a pitiful cry.
¶Three brethren dear, as he did hear,
85_Condemnèd were to die.
¶_Some relief for to seek.
¶He skipped and leaped and capered full high
¶_As he went along the street.
¶_There a gentleman fine and brave,
¶"Thou beggar," said he, "come tell unto me
¶_What is it that thou wouldest have?"
95_"That I come here to crave,
¶But to beg the lives of yeomen three,
¶_And that I fain would have."
¶_Their fact it is so clear.
100I tell to thee, hanged they must be,
¶_For stealing of our King's deer."
¶_There was many a weeping eye.
¶"Oh, hold your peace," said Robin then,
105_"For certainly they shall not die."
¶_And he blew but blastes three,
¶Till a hundred bold archers brave
¶_Came kneeling down to his knee.
¶_"We are here at your command."
¶"Shoot east, shoot west," said Robin Hood then,
¶_"And look that you spare no man."
115_Their arrows were so keen
¶The Sheriff, he and his company,
¶_No longer must be seen.
