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"
"
Truly
Truly
,
,
"
"
quoth
quoth
the
the
Tinker
Tinker
,
,
"
"
without
without
thy
thy
looks
looks
belie
belie
thee
thee
,
,
holy
holy
friar
friar
,
,
the
the
good
good
Saint
Saint
Dunstan
Dunstan
was
was
wise
wise
,
,
for
for
without
without
such
such
dispensation
dispensation
his
his
votary
votary
is
is
like
like
to
to
ha
ha
'
'
many
many
a
a
penance
penance
to
make
make
.
.
Nay
,
take
thy
hand
from
out
thy
pouch
,
brother
,
for
thou
shalt
not
pay
this
shot
.
Ho
,
landlord
,
a
pot
of
ale
!
"
So
the
ale
was
brought
and
given
to
Little
John
.
Then
,
blowing
the
froth
a
little
way
to
make
room
for
his
lips
,
he
tilted
the
bottom
of
the
pot
higher
and
higher
,
till
it
pointed
to
the
sky
,
and
he
had
to
shut
his
eyes
to
keep
the
dazzle
of
the
sunshine
out
of
them
.
Then
he
took
the
pot
away
,
for
there
was
nothing
in
it
,
and
heaved
a
full
deep
sigh
,
looking
at
the
others
with
moist
eyes
and
shaking
his
head
solemnly
.
"
"
Ho
Ho
,
,
landlord
landlord
!
!
"
"
cried
the
Peddler
,
"
bring
this
good
fellow
another
pot
of
ale
,
for
truly
it
is
a
credit
to
us
all
to
have
one
among
us
who
can
empty
a
canakin
so
lustily
.
"
So
So
they
they
talked
talked
among
among
themselves
themselves
merrily
,
,
until
until
after
after
a
a
while
while
quoth
quoth
Little
Little
John
John
,
,
"
"
Who
Who
rideth
rideth
those
those
two
two
nags
nags
yonder
yonder
?
?
"
"
"
Two
holy
men
like
thee
,
brother
,
"
quoth
the
Beggar
.
"
They
are
now
having
a
goodly
feast
within
,
for
I
smelled
the
steam
of
a
boiled
pullet
just
now
.
The
landlady
sayeth
they
come
from
Fountain
Abbey
,
in
Yorkshire
,
and
go
to
Lincoln
on
matters
of
business
.
"
"
They
are
a
merry
couple
,
"
said
the
Tinker
,
"
for
one
is
as
lean
as
an
old
wife
's
spindle
,
and
the
other
as
fat
as
a
suet
pudding
.
"
"
"
Talking
of
fatness
,
"
said
the
Peddler
,
"
thou
thyself
lookest
none
too
ill-fed
,
holy
friar
.
"
"
Nay
,
truly
,
"
said
Little
John
,
"
thou
seest
in
me
what
the
holy
Saint
Dunstan
can
do
for
them
that
serve
him
upon
a
handful
of
parched
peas
and
a
trickle
of
cold
water
.
"
At
this
a
great
shout
of
laughter
went
up
.
"
Truly
,
it
is
a
wondrous
thing
,
"
quoth
the
Beggar
,
"
I
would
have
made
my
vow
,
to
see
the
masterly
manner
in
which
thou
didst
tuck
away
yon
pot
of
ale
,
that
thou
hadst
not
tasted
clear
water
for
a
brace
of
months
.
Has
not
this
same
holy
Saint
Dunstan
taught
thee
a
goodly
song
or
two
?
"
