31.  The second shoote Sir Guy shott,
He shott within the garlande[34],
But Robin Hoode shott it better than hee,
For he clove the good pricke-wande.

32.  “God’s blessing on thy heart!” sayes Guye,
“Goode fellow, thy shooting is goode;
For an thy hart be as good as thy hands,
Thou were better than Robin Hood.”

33.  “Tell me thy name, good fellow,” quoth Guye,
“Under the leaves of lyne:” 
“Nay, by my faith,” quoth good Robin,
“Till thou have told me thine.”

34.  “I dwell by dale and downe,” quoth Guye,
“And I have done many a curst turne;
And he that calles me by my right name,
Calles me Guye of good Gysborne.”

35.  “My dwelling is in the wood,” sayes Robin;
“By thee I set right nought;
My name is Robin Hood of Barnesdale,
A fellow thou hast long sought.”

36.  He that had neither beene a kithe nor kin
Might have seene a full fayre sight. 
To see how together these yeomen went,
With blades both browne and bright.

37.  To have seene how these yeomen together fought
Two howers of a summer’s day;
It was neither Guy nor Robin Hood
That fettled them to flye away.

38.  Robin was reacheles[35] on a roote,
And stumbled at that tyde,
And Guy was quicke and nimble with-all,
And hitt him ore the left side.

39.  “Ah, deere Lady!” sayd Robin Hoode,
“Thou art both mother and may[36]! 
I thinke it was never man’s destinye
To dye before his day.”

40.  Robin thought on Our Lady deere,
And soone leapt up againe,
And thus he came with an awkwarde[37] stroke;
Good Sir Guy hee has slayne.

41.  He tooke Sir Guy’s head by the hayre,
And sticked it on his bowe’s end: 
“Thou has beene traytor all thy life,
Which thing must have an ende.”

42.  Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffe,
And nicked Sir Guy in the face,
That he was never on[38] a woman borne
Could tell who Sir Guye was.

43.  Saies, Lye there, lye there, good Sir Guye,
And with me not wrothe;
If thou have had the worse stroakes at my hand,
Thou shalt have the better cloathe.

44.  Robin did off his gowne of greene,
Sir Guye he did it throwe;
And he put on that capull-hyde
That clad him topp to toe.

45.  “Tis bowe, the arrowes, and litle horne,
And with me now I’ll beare;
For now I will goe to Barnesdale,
To see how my men doe fare.”

46.  Robin sett Guye’s horne to his mouth,
A lowd blast in it he did blow;
That beheard the sheriffe of Nottingham,
As he leaned under a lowe[39].

47.  “Hearken! hearken!” sayd the sheriffe,
“I heard noe tydings but good;
For yonder I heare Sir Guye’s horne blowe,
For he hath slaine Robin Hoode.”

48.  “For yonder I heare Sir Guye’s horne blowe,
It blowes soe well in tyde,
For yonder conies that wighty yeoman
Cladd in his capull-hyde.”