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At
this
,
Robin
smote
his
thigh
in
anger
.
"
O
the
bloodsuckers
!
"
cried
he
.
"
A
noble
estate
to
be
forfeit
for
four
hundred
pounds
!
But
what
will
befall
thee
if
thou
dost
lose
thy
lands
,
Sir
Richard
?
"
"
It
is
not
mine
own
lot
that
doth
trouble
me
in
that
case
,
"
said
the
Knight
,
"
but
my
dear
lady
's
;
for
should
I
lose
my
land
she
will
have
to
betake
herself
to
some
kinsman
and
there
abide
in
charity
,
which
,
methinks
,
would
break
her
proud
heart
.
As
for
for
me
me
,
,
I
I
will
will
over
over
the
the
salt
salt
sea
,
,
and
and
so
so
to
to
Palestine
Palestine
to
to
join
join
my
son
son
in
in
fight
fight
for
for
the
the
holy
holy
sepulcher
sepulcher
.
.
"
"
Then
up
spake
Will
Scarlet
.
"
But
hast
thou
no
friend
that
will
help
thee
in
thy
dire
need
?
"
"
"
Never
Never
a
a
man
man
,
,
"
"
said
said
Sir
Sir
Richard
Richard
.
.
"
While
I
was
rich
enow
at
home
,
and
had
friends
,
they
blew
great
boasts
of
how
they
loved
me
.
But
when
the
oak
falls
in
the
forest
the
swine
run
from
beneath
it
lest
they
should
be
smitten
down
also
.
So
my
friends
have
left
me
;
for
not
only
am
I
poor
but
I
have
great
enemies
.
"
Then
Robin
said
,
"
Thou
sayst
thou
hast
no
friends
,
Sir
Richard
.
I
make
no
boast
,
but
many
have
found
Robin
Hood
a
friend
in
their
troubles
.
Cheer
up
,
Sir
Knight
,
I
may
help
thee
yet
.
"
The
The
Knight
Knight
shook
shook
his
his
head
head
with
with
a
a
faint
faint
smile
smile
,
,
but
but
for
for
all
all
that
that
,
,
Robin
Robin
's
's
words
words
made
made
him
him
more
more
blithe
blithe
of
of
heart
heart
,
,
for
for
in
in
truth
truth
hope
hope
,
,
be
be
it
it
never
never
so
so
faint
faint
,
bringeth
bringeth
a
a
gleam
gleam
into
into
darkness
darkness
,
,
like
like
a
a
little
little
rushlight
that
that
costeth
costeth
but
but
a
a
groat
groat
.
.
The
day
was
well-nigh
gone
when
they
came
near
to
the
greenwood
tree
.
Even
at
a
distance
they
saw
by
the
number
of
men
that
Little
John
had
come
back
with
some
guest
,
but
when
they
came
near
enough
,
whom
should
they
find
but
the
Lord
Bishop
of
Hereford
!
The
good
Bishop
was
in
a
fine
stew
,
I
wot
.
Up
and
down
he
walked
beneath
the
tree
like
a
fox
caught
in
a
hencoop
.
Behind
him
were
three
Black
Friars
standing
close
together
in
a
frightened
group
,
like
three
black
sheep
in
a
tempest
.
Hitched
to
the
branches
of
the
trees
close
at
hand
were
six
horses
,
one
of
them
a
barb
with
gay
trappings
upon
which
the
Bishop
was
wont
to
ride
,
and
the
others
laden
with
packs
of
divers
shapes
and
kinds
,
one
of
which
made
Robin
's
eyes
glisten
,
for
it
was
a
box
not
overlarge
,
but
heavily
bound
with
bands
and
ribs
of
iron
.
When
the
Bishop
saw
Robin
and
those
with
him
come
into
the
open
he
made
as
though
he
would
have
run
toward
the
yeoman
,
but
the
fellow
that
guarded
the
Bishop
and
the
three
friars
thrust
his
quarterstaff
in
front
,
so
that
his
lordship
was
fain
to
stand
back
,
though
with
frowning
brow
and
angry
speech
.
