In this our spacious isle I think there is not one,
But he of ROBIN HOOD hath heard and Little John;
And to the end of time the tales shall ne'er be done
Of Scarlock, George a Green, and Much the miller's son,
Of Tuck, the merry friar, which many a sermon made
In praise of ROBIN HOOD, his outlaws and their trade.
EVERY reader of "Ivanhoe," at the mention of Richard the Crusader,
will be reminded of Robin Hood, the noble outlaw of Sherwood Forest,
and his band of merry bowmen. With these we next concern ourselves,
and if the reader will pardon the dry outlines of the historian before
proceeding to the more interesting and imaginative story of the
ballad-singer, we will at first state what so careful an antiquary
as Mr. Ritson considers to be truly trustworthy in Robin Hood's
Robin Hood was born at Locksley, in the county of Nottingham, in the
reign of King Henry II, and about the year of Christ 1160. His
extraction was noble, and his true name Robert Fitzooth, which
vulgar pronunciation easily corrupted into Robin Hood. He is
frequently styled, and commonly reputed to have been, Earl of
Huntingdon; a title to which, in the latter part of his life at least,
he actually appears to have had some sort of pretension. In his
youth he is reported to have been of a wild and extravagant
disposition, insomuch that, his inheritance being consumed or
forfeited by his excesses, and his person outlawed for debt, either
from necessity or choice he sought an asylum in the woods and forests,
with which immense tracts, especially in the northern part of the
kingdom, were at that time covered. Of these he chiefly affected
Barnsdale, in Yorkshire; Sherwood in Nottinghamshire, and, according
to some, Plompton Park in Cumberland. Here he either found or was
afterwards joined by a number of persons in similar circumstances, who
appear to have considered and obeyed him as their chief or
leader.... Having for a long series of years maintained a sort of
independent sovereignty, and set kings, judges, and magistrates at
defiance, a proclamation was published, offering a considerable reward
for bringing him in either dead or alive; which, however, seems to
have been productive of no greater success than former attempts for
that purpose. At length the infirmities of old age increasing upon
him, and desirous to be relieved, in a fit of sickness, by being let
blood, he applied for that purpose to the prioress of Kirkley
nunnery in Yorkshire, his relative (women, and particularly
religious women, being in those times somewhat better skilled in
surgery than the sex is at present), by whom he was treacherously
suffered to bleed to death. This event happened on the 18th
November, 1247, being the thirty-first year of King Henry III.; and if
the date assigned to his birth be correct, about the eighty-seventh
year of his age. He was interred under some trees at a short
distance from the house; a stone being placed over his grave, with
an inscription to his memory.
There are some who will have it that Robin Hood was not alive in the
reign of Richard I., and who will have it that he preferred other
forests to Sherwood. But the stories that we have chosen are of the
Robin Hood of Sherwood Forest and of King Richard the Lion-hearted.
The lieutenant of Robin Hood's band was named Little John, not so
much from his smallness in stature (for he was seven feet high and
more), as for a reason which I shall tell later. And the manner in
which Robin Hood, to whom he was very dear, met him was this.
Robin Hood on one occasion being hunting with his men and finding
the sport to be poor, said: "We have had no sport now for some time.
So I go abroad alone. And if I should fall into any peril whence I
cannot escape I will blow my horn that ye may know of it and bear me
aid." And with that he bade them adieu and departed alone, having with
him his bow and the arrows in his quiver. And passing shortly over a
brook by a long bridge he met at the middle a stranger. And neither of
the two would give way to the other. And Robin Hood being angry fitted
an arrow to his bow and made ready to fire. "Truly," said the stranger
at this, "thou art a fine fellow that you must draw your long bow on
me who have but a staff by me." "That is just truly," said Robin; "and
so I will lay by my bow and get me a staff to try if your deeds be
as good as your words." And with that he went into a thicket and chose
him a small ground oak for a staff and returned to the stranger.
"Now," said he, "I am a match for you, so let us play upon this
bridge, and if one should fall in the stream the other will have the
victory." "With all my heart," said the stranger; "I shall not be
the first to give out." And with that they began to make great play
with their staves. And Robin Hood first struck the stranger such a
blow as warmed all his blood, and from that they rattled their
sticks as though they had been threshing corn. And finally the
stranger gave Robin such a crack on his crown that he broke his head
and the blood flowed. But this only urged him the more, so that he
attacked the stranger with such vigor that he had like to have made an
end of him. But he growing into a fury finally fetched him such a blow
that he tumbled him from the bridge into the brook. Whereat the
stranger laughed loudly and long, and cried out to him, "Where art
thou now, I prythee, my good fellow?" And Robin replied, "Thou art
truly a brave soul, and I will have no more to do with thee to-day; so
our battle is at an end, and I must allow that thou hast won the day."
And then wading to the bank he pulled out his horn and blew a blast on
it so that the echoes flew throughout the valley. And at that came
fifty bold bowmen out of the wood, all clad in green, and they made
for Robin Hood, and said William Stukely, "What is the matter, my
master? you are wet to the skin?" "Truly, nothing is the matter," said
Robin, "but that the lad on the bridge has tumbled me into the
stream." And on that the archers would have seized the stranger to
duck him as well, but Robin Hood forbade them. "No one shall harm
thee, friend," said he. "These are all my bowmen, threescore and nine,
and if you will be one of us you shall straightway have my livery
and accoutrements, fit for a man. What say you?" "With all my
heart," said the stranger; "here is my hand on it. My name is John
Little, and I will be a good man and true to you." "His name shall
be changed," said William Stukely on this. "We will call him Little
John, and I will be his godfather."
So they fetched a pair of fat does and some humming strong ale,
and there they christened their babe Little John, for he was seven
feet high and an ell round at his waist.
Now Robin Hood had instituted a day of mirth for himself and all his
companions, and wagers were laid amongst them who should exceed at
this exercise and who at that; some did contend who should jump
farthest, some who should throw the bar, some who should be swiftest
afoot in a race five miles in length; others there were with which
Little John was most delighted, who did strive which of them should
draw the strongest bow, and be the best marksman. "Let me see," said
Little John, "which of you can kill a buck, and who can kill a doe,
and who is he can kill a hart, being distant from it by the space of
five hundred feet." With that, Robin Hood going before them, they went
directly to the forest, where they found good store of game feeding
before them. William Scarlock, that drew the strongest bow of them
all, did kill a buck, and Little John made choice of a barren fat doe,
and the well-directed arrow did enter in the very heart of it; and
Midge, the miller's son, did kill a hart above five hundred feet
distant from him. The hart falling, Robin Hood stroked him gently on
the shoulder, and said unto him, "God's blessing on thy heart, I
will ride five hundred miles to find a match for thee." William
Scarlock, hearing him speak these words, smiled and said unto him,
"Master, what needs that? Here is a Curtal Friar* not far off, that
for a hundred pound will shoot at what distance yourself will
propound, either with Midge or with yourself. An experienced man he
is, and will draw a bow with great strength; he will shoot with
yourself, and with all the men you have, one after another."
* "The Curtal Friar," Dr. Stukely says, "is Cordelier, from the cord
or rope which they wore round their waist, to whip themselves with.
They were," adds he, "of the Franciscan order. Our Friar, however,
is undoubtedly so called from his Curtal dogs, or curs, as we now
say." Thoms. Early Prose Romances: in which, by the way, may be
found many of the tales of Robin Hood printed here, and much more
besides of interest.
"Sayest thou so, Scarlock?" replied Robin Hood. "By the grace of God
I will neither eat nor drink till I see this Friar thou dost speak
of." And having prepared himself for his journey, he took Little
John and fifty of his best archers with him, whom he bestowed in a
convenient place, as he himself thought fitting. This being done, he
ran down into the dale, where he found the Curtal Friar walking by the
water side. He no sooner espied him, but presently he took unto him
his broadsword and buckler, and put on his head a steel bonnet. The
Friar, not knowing who he was, or for what intent he came, did
presently arm himself to encounter with him. Robin Hood, coming near
unto him, alighted from his horse, which he tied to a thorn that
grew hard by, and looking wistfully on the Friar, said unto him,
"Carry me over the water, thou Curtal Friar, or else thy life lies
at the stake." The Friar made no more ado, but took up Robin Hood
and carried him on his back; deep water he did stride; he spake not so
much as one word to him, but having carried him over, he gently laid
him down on the side of the bank; which being done, the Friar said
to Robin Hood, "It is now thy turn; therefore carry me over the water,
thou bold fellow, or sure I shall make thee repent it." Robin Hood, to
requite the courtesy, took the Friar on his back, and not speaking the
least word to him, carried him over the water, and laid him gently
down on the side of the bank; and turning to him, he spake unto him as
at first, and bade him carry him over the water once more, or he
should answer it with the forfeit of his life. The Friar in a
smiling manner took him up, and spake not a word till he came in the
midst of the stream, when, being up to the middle and higher, he did
shake him from off his shoulders, and said unto him, "Now choose thee,
bold fellow, whether thou wilt sink or swim."
Robin Hood, being soundly washed, got him up on his feet, and
prostrating himself, did swim to a bush of broom on the other side
of the bank; and the Friar swam to a willow tree which was not far
from it. Then Robin Hood, taking his bow in his hand, and one of his
best arrows, did shoot at the Friar, which the Friar received in his
buckler of steel, and said unto him, "Shoot on, thou bold fellow; if
thou shootest at me a whole summer's day I will stand your mark
still." "That will I," said Robin Hood, and shot arrow after arrow
at him, until he had not an arrow left in his quiver. He then laid
down his bow, and drew out his sword, which but two days before had
been the death of three men. Now hand to hand they went with sword and
buckler; the steel buckler defends whatsoever blow is given; sometimes
they make at the head, sometimes at the foot, sometimes at the side;
sometimes they strike directly down, sometimes they falsify their
blows, and come in foot and arm, with a free thrust at the body; and
being ashamed that so long they exercise their unprofitable valor
and cannot hurt one another, they multiply their blows, they hack,
they hew, they slash, they foam. At last Robin Hood desired the
Friar to hold his hand, and to give him leave to blow his horn.
"Thou wantest breath to sound it," said the Friar; "take thee a
little respite, for we have been five hours at it by the Fountain
Abbey clock." Robin Hood took his horn from his side, and having
sounded it three times, behold where fifty lusty men, with their
bended bows, came to his assistance. The Friar, wondering at it,
"Whose men," said he, "be these?" "They are mine," said Robin Hood;
"what is that to thee?" "False loon," said the Friar; and making a
little pause, he desired Robin Hood to show him the same courtesy
which he gave him. "What is that?" said Robin Hood. "Thou soundest thy
horn three times," said the Friar; "let me now but whistle three
times." "Ay, with all my heart," said Robin Hood; "I were to blame
if I should deny thee that courtesy." With that the Friar set his fist
to his mouth, and whistled three times so shrilly that the place
echoed again with it; and behold three and fifty fair ban-dogs
(their hair rising on their back, betokening their rage), were
almost on the backs of Robin Hood and his companions. "Here is for
every one of thy men a dog," said the Friar, "and two for thee." "That
is foul play," said Robin Hood. He had scarce spoken that word but two
dogs came upon him at once, one before, another behind him, who,
although they could not touch his flesh (his sword had made so swift a
despatch of them), yet they tore his coat into two pieces. By this
time the men had so laid about them that the dogs began to fly back,
and their fury to languish into barking. Little John did so bestir
himself, that the Curtal Friar, admiring at his courage and his
nimbleness, did ask him who he was. He made him answer, "I will tell
the truth, and not lie. I am he who is called Little John, and de
belong to Robin Hood, who hath fought with thee this day, five hours
together; and if thou wilt not submit unto him, this arrow shall
make thee." The Friar, perceiving how much he was overpowered, and
that it was impossible for him to deal with so many at once, did
come to composition with Robin Hood. And the articles of agreement
were these: That the Friar should abandon Fountain Dale and Fountain
Abbey, and should live with Robin Hood, at his place not far from
Nottingham, where for saying of mass, he should receive a noble for
every Sunday through out the year, and for saying mass on every holy
day, a new change of garment. The Friar, contented with these
conditions, did seal the agreement. And thus by the courage of Robin
Hood and his yeomen, he was enforced at the last to submit, having for
seven long years kept Fountain Dale, not all the power thereabouts
being able to bring him on his knees.
But Friar Tuck was the only man of the clergy with whom Robin had
friendly dealings. As a rule these churchmen fared as did the Bishop
of Hereford in the following ballad, which we add for the sake of an
example of the manner in which this True History of Robin Hood has
come down to us from the year 1245:-
THE BISHOP OF HEREFORD'S ENTERTAINMENT BY ROBIN HOOD
AND LITTLE JOHN AND THEIR COMPANY,
IN MERRY BARNSDALE.
SOME they will talk of bold Robin Hood,
And some of barons bold;
But I'll tell you how he served the Bishop of Hereford,
When he robbed him of his gold.
As it befell in merry Barnsdale,
All under the greenwood tree,
The Bishop of Hereford was to come by,
With all his company.
"Come, kill me a venison," said bold Robin Hood,
"And dress it by the highway side,
And we will watch the bishop narrowly,
Lest some other way he should ride."
Robin Hood dressed himself in shepherd's attire,
With six of his men also,
And, when the Bishop of Hereford came by,
They about the fire did go.
"O, what is the matter?" then said the bishop,
"Or for whom do you make this ado?
Or why do you kill the king's ven'son,
When your company is so few?"
"We are shepherds," said bold Robin Hood,
"And we keep sheep all the year;
And we are disposed to be merry this day,
And to kill of the king's fat deer."
"You are brave fellows," said the bishop,
"And the king of your doings shall know;
Therefore make haste, and come along with me,
For before the king you shall go."
"O pardon, O pardon," said bold Robin Hood,
"O pardon, I thee pray;
For it becomes not your lordship's coat
To take so many lives away."
"No pardon, no pardon," said the bishop,
"No pardon I thee owe;
Therefore make haste, and come along with me,
For before the king you shall go."
Then Robin he set his back against a tree,
And his foot against a thorn,
And from underneath his shepherd's coat
He pulled out a bugle horn.
He put the little end to his mouth,
And a loud blast did he blow,
Till threescore and ten of bold Robin's men
Came running all in a row:
All making obeisance to bold Robin Hood;
'Twas a comely sight for to see.
"What is the matter, master," said Little John,
"That you blow so lustily?"
"O here is the Bishop of Hereford,
And no pardon we shall have."
"Cut off his head, master," said Little John,
"And throw him into his grave."
"O pardon, O pardon," said the bishop,
"O pardon, I thee pray;
For if I had known it had been you,
I'd have gone some other way."
"No pardon, no pardon," said bold Robin Hood,
"No pardon I thee owe;
Therefore make haste, and come along with me,
For to merry Barnsdale you shall go."
Then Robin he took the bishop by the hand,
And led him to merry Barnsdale;
He made him stay and sup with him that night,
And to drink wine, beer, and ale.
"Call in a reckoning," said the bishop,
"For methinks it grows wondrous high."
"Send me your purse, master," said Little John,
"And I'll tell you bye and bye."
Then Little John took the bishop's cloak,
And spread it upon the ground,
And out of the bishop's portmantua
He told three hundred pound.
"Here's money enough, master," said Little John,
"And a comely sight 'tis to see;
It makes me in charity with the bishop,
Though he heartily loveth not me."
Robin Hood took the bishop by the hand,
And he caused the music to play;
And he made the old bishop to dance in his boots,
And glad to get so away.
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