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"
But
I
say
thou
hast
forgot
something
,
"
quoth
Robin
.
"
We
keep
a
merry
inn
here
in
the
greenwood
,
but
whoever
becometh
our
guest
must
pay
his
reckoning
.
"
Then
the
the
Sheriff
Sheriff
laughed
laughed
,
,
but
the
the
laugh
laugh
was
was
hollow
hollow
.
.
"
Well
,
jolly
boys
,
"
quoth
he
,
"
we
have
had
a
merry
time
together
today
,
and
even
if
ye
had
not
asked
me
,
I
would
have
given
you
a
score
of
pounds
for
the
sweet
entertainment
I
have
had
.
"
"
Nay
,
"
quoth
Robin
seriously
,
"
it
would
ill
beseem
us
to
treat
Your
Worship
so
meanly
.
By
my
faith
,
Sir
Sheriff
,
I
would
be
ashamed
to
show
my
face
if
I
did
not
reckon
the
King
's
deputy
at
three
hundred
pounds
.
Is
it
not
so
,
my
merry
men
all
?
"
Then
"
Ay
!
"
cried
all
,
in
a
loud
voice
.
"
Three
hundred
devils
!
"
roared
the
Sheriff
.
"
Think
ye
that
your
beggarly
feast
was
worth
three
pounds
,
let
alone
three
hundred
?
"
"
Nay
,
"
quoth
Robin
gravely
.
"
Speak
not
so
roundly
,
Your
Worship
.
I
do
love
thee
for
the
sweet
feast
thou
hast
given
me
this
day
in
merry
Nottingham
Town
;
but
there
be
those
here
who
love
thee
not
so
much
.
"
If
thou
wilt
look
down
the
cloth
thou
wilt
see
Will
Stutely
,
in
whose
eyes
thou
hast
no
great
favor
;
then
two
other
stout
fellows
are
there
here
that
thou
knowest
not
,
that
were
wounded
in
a
brawl
nigh
Nottingham
Town
,
some
time
ago
--
thou
wottest
when
;
one
of
them
was
sore
hurt
in
one
arm
,
yet
he
hath
got
the
use
of
it
again
.
Good
Sheriff
,
be
advised
by
me
;
pay
thy
score
without
more
ado
,
or
maybe
it
may
fare
ill
with
thee
.
"
As
he
spoke
the
Sheriff
's
ruddy
cheeks
grew
pale
,
and
he
said
nothing
more
but
looked
upon
the
ground
and
gnawed
his
nether
lip
.
Then
slowly
he
drew
forth
his
fat
purse
and
threw
it
upon
the
cloth
in
front
of
him
.
"
Now
take
the
purse
,
Little
John
,
"
quoth
Robin
Hood
,
"
and
see
that
the
reckoning
be
right
.
We
would
not
doubt
our
Sheriff
,
but
he
might
not
like
it
if
he
should
find
he
had
not
paid
his
full
score
.
"
Then
Then
Little
Little
John
John
counted
counted
the
the
money
money
and
and
found
found
that
that
the
the
bag
bag
held
held
three
three
hundred
hundred
pounds
pounds
in
in
silver
silver
and
and
gold
gold
.
.
But
to
the
Sheriff
it
seemed
as
if
every
clink
of
the
bright
money
was
a
drop
of
blood
from
his
veins
.
And
when
when
he
he
saw
saw
it
it
all
all
counted
counted
out
out
in
in
a
a
heap
heap
of
of
silver
silver
and
and
gold
gold
,
,
filling
filling
a
wooden
wooden
platter
platter
,
,
he
he
turned
turned
away
away
and
and
silently
silently
mounted
mounted
his
his
horse
horse
.
.
