Alack-a-day and woe,
Alack it must be so!"
"Out!" cried Robin. "Here forsooth is dolorous doleful dirge--out on thee
for sad and sorry snuffler!"
"Aye, verily," sighed Ranulph, "'tis my curse. I begin with laugh and end
in groan. I did mean this for merry song, yet it turned of itself sad song
despite poor I, and there's the pity on't--"
"Enough!" growled Robin, "away with him. Brand, do you hoodwink him in his
'kerchief and give him safe conduct to beyond the ford, and so set Master
Hangman Grimglum-grief on his road--"
"Sir Fool," cried Ranulph, "God den t'ye and gramercy. Should it be e'er
thy fate to die o' the gallows, may I have thy despatching--I will contrive
it so sweetly shalt know nought of it--oho! 'twould be my joy."
"Off!" cried Robin. "Off, thou pestiferous fungus lest I tread on
thee--hence, away!"
So the outlaws blindfolded Ranulph and led him off at speed.
"Away," quoth Jocelyn, nodding, "so now in faith must I, Robin--"
"What, is't indeed farewell, brother?"
"Aye, Robin.
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