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"
And
hast
thou
nought
to
drink
but
cold
water
?
"
said
Robin
.
"
Never
so
much
as
a
drop
,
"
quoth
the
Beggar
.
"
Over
beyond
yon
clump
of
trees
is
as
sweet
a
little
inn
as
ever
thou
hast
lifted
eyelid
upon
;
but
I
go
not
thither
,
for
they
have
a
nasty
way
with
me
.
Once
,
when
the
good
Prior
of
Emmet
was
dining
there
,
the
landlady
set
a
dear
little
tart
of
stewed
crabs
and
barley
sugar
upon
the
window
sill
to
cool
,
and
,
seeing
it
there
,
and
fearing
it
might
be
lost
,
I
took
it
with
me
till
that
I
could
find
the
owner
thereof
.
Ever
since
then
they
have
acted
very
ill
toward
me
;
yet
truth
bids
me
say
that
they
have
the
best
ale
there
that
ever
rolled
over
my
tongue
.
"
At
At
this
this
Robin
Robin
laughed
laughed
aloud
aloud
.
.
"
Marry
,
"
quoth
he
,
"
they
did
ill
toward
thee
for
thy
kindness
.
But
tell
me
truly
,
what
hast
thou
in
thy
pouches
?
"
"
"
Why
Why
,
,
"
"
quoth
quoth
the
Beggar
Beggar
,
,
peeping
peeping
into
into
the
the
mouths
mouths
of
of
his
his
bags
bags
,
,
"
"
I
I
find
find
here
here
a
a
goodly
goodly
piece
piece
of
of
pigeon
pigeon
pie
pie
,
,
wrapped
wrapped
in
in
a
a
cabbage
cabbage
leaf
leaf
to
to
hold
hold
the
the
gravy
gravy
.
.
Here
I
behold
a
dainty
streaked
piece
of
brawn
,
and
here
a
fair
lump
of
white
bread
.
Here
I
I
find
find
four
four
oaten
oaten
cakes
and
and
a
a
cold
cold
knuckle
knuckle
of
of
ham
ham
.
.
Ha
!
In
sooth
,
'
tis
strange
;
but
here
I
behold
six
eggs
that
must
have
come
by
accident
from
some
poultry
yard
hereabouts
.
They
are
raw
,
but
roasted
upon
the
coals
and
spread
with
a
piece
of
butter
that
I
see
--
"
"
Peace
Peace
,
,
good
good
friend
friend
!
!
"
"
cried
Robin
,
holding
up
his
hand
.
"
"
Thou
Thou
makest
makest
my
my
poor
poor
stomach
stomach
quake
quake
with
joy
joy
for
for
what
what
thou
thou
tellest
tellest
me
so
so
sweetly
sweetly
.
.
If
thou
wilt
give
me
to
eat
,
I
will
straightway
hie
me
to
that
little
inn
thou
didst
tell
of
but
now
,
and
will
bring
a
skin
of
ale
for
thy
drinking
and
mine
.
"
"
Friend
,
thou
hast
said
enough
,
"
said
the
Beggar
,
getting
down
from
the
stile
.
"
I
will
feast
thee
with
the
best
that
I
have
and
bless
Saint
Cedric
for
thy
company
.
But
,
sweet
chuck
,
I
prythee
bring
three
quarts
of
ale
at
least
,
one
for
thy
drinking
and
two
for
mine
,
for
my
thirst
is
such
that
methinks
I
can
drink
ale
as
the
sands
of
the
River
Dee
drink
salt
water
.
"
So
Robin
straightway
left
the
Beggar
,
who
,
upon
his
part
,
went
to
a
budding
lime
bush
back
of
the
hedge
,
and
there
spread
his
feast
upon
the
grass
and
roasted
his
eggs
upon
a
little
fagot
fire
,
with
a
deftness
gained
by
long
labor
in
that
line
.
After
a
while
back
came
Robin
bearing
a
goodly
skin
of
ale
upon
his
shoulder
,
which
he
laid
upon
the
grass
.
Then
,
looking
upon
the
feast
spread
upon
the
ground
--
and
a
fair
sight
it
was
to
look
upon
--
he
slowly
rubbed
his
hand
over
his
stomach
,
for
to
his
hungry
eyes
it
seemed
the
fairest
sight
that
he
had
beheld
in
all
his
life
.
"
Friend
,
"
said
the
Beggar
,
"
let
me
feel
the
weight
of
that
skin
.
"
Yea
,
truly
,
"
quoth
Robin
,
"
help
thyself
,
sweet
chuck
,
and
meantime
let
me
see
whether
thy
pigeon
pie
is
fresh
or
no
.
"
