BUT the two virgins, who would have been actors themselves, were now forced to be spectators of one of the bravest combats, that (I dare say) was ever fought in Wakefield. Long it lasted, and with great difficulty they contested which should be victor:* at length, both being tired and weary, (saith Robin) “Hold thy hand, noble pinder, for I protest thou art the stoutest man that I ever yet laid my hand on.” To whom the pinder replied, “Recall thy words, for thou never yet laid thy hand on me.” Robin replied, “Nor will I, noble George, but in courtesy. Know then, I am Robin Hood, this is my Marian, and these my bold yeomen, who are come as far as the forest of Sherwood only to prove thy valour, and to be spectators of Beatrice’s beauty, both which I have found to exceed that liberal report which fame hath given out of them.”
* According to the early ballads, George planted himself firmly against a hawthorn tree and with his foot secure upon a stone.
He leaned his back fast unto a thorn,
And his foot against a stone,
And there he fought a long summer’s day,
A summer’s day so long.