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At
these
words
a
sound
of
laughing
came
from
the
bench
,
whereat
the
lean
Brother
's
wrath
boiled
over
,
like
water
into
the
fire
,
with
great
fuss
and
noise
.
"
Now
,
out
upon
thee
,
thou
naughty
fellow
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Art
thou
not
ashamed
to
bring
disgrace
so
upon
our
cloth
?
Bide
thee
here
,
thou
sot
,
with
these
porkers
.
Thou
art
no
fit
company
for
us
.
"
"
La
,
ye
there
now
!
"
quoth
Little
John
.
"
Thou
hearest
,
landlord
;
thou
art
not
fit
company
for
these
holy
men
;
go
back
to
thine
alehouse
.
Nay
,
if
these
most
holy
brothers
of
mine
do
but
give
me
the
word
,
I
'll
beat
thy
head
with
this
stout
staff
till
it
is
as
soft
as
whipped
eggs
.
"
At
these
these
words
a
a
great
great
shout
shout
of
of
laughter
laughter
went
went
up
up
from
from
those
those
on
the
the
bench
bench
,
,
and
and
the
the
landlord
landlord
's
's
face
face
grew
grew
red
red
as
as
a
a
cherry
cherry
from
from
smothering
smothering
his
his
laugh
laugh
in
in
his
his
stomach
stomach
;
;
but
but
he
he
kept
kept
his
his
merriment
merriment
down
down
,
,
for
for
he
he
wished
wished
not
not
to
to
bring
the
the
ill-will
ill-will
of
of
the
the
brothers
brothers
of
of
Fountain
Fountain
Abbey
Abbey
upon
upon
him
him
by
by
unseemly
unseemly
mirth
mirth
.
.
So
the
two
brethren
,
as
they
could
do
nought
else
,
having
mounted
their
nags
,
turned
their
noses
toward
Lincoln
and
rode
away
.
"
I
can
not
stay
longer
,
sweet
friends
,
"
quoth
Little
John
,
as
he
pushed
in
betwixt
the
two
cobs
,
"
therefore
I
wish
you
good
den
.
Off
we
go
,
we
three
.
"
So
saying
,
he
swung
his
stout
staff
over
his
shoulder
and
trudged
off
,
measuring
his
pace
with
that
of
the
two
nags
.
The
The
two
two
brothers
brothers
glowered
glowered
at
at
Little
Little
John
John
when
when
he
he
so
so
pushed
pushed
himself
himself
betwixt
betwixt
them
them
,
,
then
then
they
they
drew
drew
as
as
far
far
away
away
from
from
him
him
as
as
they
they
could
could
,
so
so
that
that
the
the
yeoman
yeoman
walked
walked
in
in
the
the
middle
middle
of
of
the
the
road
road
,
,
while
while
they
they
rode
on
on
the
the
footpath
footpath
on
on
either
either
side
side
of
of
the
the
way
way
.
.
As
they
so
went
away
,
the
Tinker
,
the
Peddler
,
and
the
Beggar
ran
skipping
out
into
the
middle
of
the
highway
,
each
with
a
pot
in
his
hand
,
and
looked
after
them
laughing
.
While
they
were
in
sight
of
those
at
the
inn
,
the
brothers
walked
their
horses
soberly
,
not
caring
to
make
ill
matters
worse
by
seeming
to
run
away
from
Little
John
,
for
they
could
not
but
think
how
it
would
sound
in
folks
'
ears
when
they
heard
how
the
brethren
of
Fountain
Abbey
scampered
away
from
a
strolling
friar
,
like
the
Ugly
One
,
when
the
blessed
Saint
Dunstan
loosed
his
nose
from
the
red-hot
tongs
where
he
had
held
it
fast
;
but
when
they
had
crossed
the
crest
of
the
hill
and
the
inn
was
lost
to
sight
,
quoth
the
fat
Brother
to
the
thin
Brother
,
"
Brother
Ambrose
,
had
we
not
better
mend
our
pace
?
"
"
"
Why
Why
truly
truly
,
,
gossip
gossip
,
,
"
"
spoke
spoke
up
up
Little
Little
John
John
,
,
"
"
methinks
it
it
would
would
be
be
well
well
to
to
boil
boil
our
our
pot
pot
a
a
little
little
faster
faster
,
,
for
for
the
the
day
day
is
is
passing
passing
on
on
.
.
So
it
will
not
jolt
thy
fat
too
much
,
onward
,
say
I.
"
At
this
the
two
friars
said
nothing
,
but
they
glared
again
on
Little
John
with
baleful
looks
;
then
,
without
another
word
,
they
clucked
to
their
horses
,
and
both
broke
into
a
canter
.
So
So
they
they
galloped
galloped
for
for
a
a
mile
mile
and
and
more
more
,
,
and
and
Little
Little
John
John
ran
ran
betwixt
them
them
as
as
lightly
lightly
as
as
a
a
stag
stag
and
and
never
never
turned
turned
a
a
hair
hair
with
with
the
the
running
running
.
.
At
last
the
fat
Brother
drew
his
horse
's
rein
with
a
groan
,
for
he
could
stand
the
shaking
no
longer
.
"
Alas
,
"
said
Little
John
,
with
not
so
much
as
a
catch
in
his
breath
,
"
I
did
sadly
fear
that
the
roughness
of
this
pace
would
shake
thy
poor
old
fat
paunch
.
"
To
this
the
fat
Friar
said
never
a
word
,
but
he
stared
straight
before
him
,
and
he
gnawed
his
nether
lip
.
And
now
they
traveled
forward
more
quietly
,
Little
John
in
the
middle
of
the
road
whistling
merrily
to
himself
,
and
the
two
friars
in
the
footpath
on
either
side
saying
never
a
word
.
