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"
Nay
,
Little
John
,
"
said
Robin
,
"
be
not
vexed
,
I
prythee
;
but
I
have
been
watching
him
coming
along
,
bent
beneath
that
great
bag
over
his
shoulder
,
ever
since
thou
didst
begin
thy
song
.
Look
,
Little
John
,
I
pray
,
and
see
if
thou
knowest
him
.
"
Little
John
John
looked
looked
whither
whither
Robin
Robin
Hood
Hood
pointed
pointed
.
.
"
Truly
,
"
quoth
he
,
after
a
time
,
"
I
think
yon
fellow
is
a
certain
young
miller
I
have
seen
now
and
then
around
the
edge
of
Sherwood
;
a
poor
wight
,
methinks
,
to
spoil
a
good
song
about
.
"
"
Now
thou
speakest
of
him
,
"
quoth
Robin
Hood
,
"
methinks
I
myself
have
seen
him
now
and
then
.
Hath
he
he
not
not
a
a
mill
mill
over
over
beyond
beyond
Nottingham
Nottingham
Town
Town
,
,
nigh
nigh
to
the
the
Salisbury
Salisbury
road
road
?
?
"
"
"
Thou
art
right
;
that
is
the
man
,
"
said
Little
John
.
"
A
good
stout
fellow
,
"
quoth
Robin
.
"
I
saw
him
crack
Ned
o
'
Bradford
's
crown
about
a
fortnight
since
,
and
never
saw
I
hair
lifted
more
neatly
in
all
my
life
before
.
"
By
this
time
the
young
miller
had
come
so
near
that
they
could
see
him
clearly
.
His
clothes
were
dusted
with
flour
,
and
over
his
back
he
carried
a
great
sack
of
meal
,
bending
so
as
to
bring
the
whole
weight
upon
his
shoulders
,
and
across
the
sack
was
a
thick
quarterstaff
.
His
His
limbs
limbs
were
were
stout
stout
and
and
strong
strong
,
and
and
he
he
strode
strode
along
along
the
the
dusty
dusty
road
road
right
right
sturdily
sturdily
with
with
the
the
heavy
heavy
sack
sack
across
across
his
his
shoulders
shoulders
.
.
His
cheeks
were
ruddy
as
a
winter
hip
,
his
hair
was
flaxen
in
color
,
and
on
his
chin
was
a
downy
growth
of
flaxen
beard
.
"
A
good
honest
fellow
,
"
quoth
Robin
Hood
,
"
and
such
an
one
as
is
a
credit
to
English
yeomanrie
.
Now
let
us
have
a
merry
jest
with
him
.
We
will
forth
as
though
we
were
common
thieves
and
pretend
to
rob
him
of
his
honest
gains
.
Then
Then
will
will
we
we
take
take
him
him
into
into
the
the
forest
forest
and
and
give
give
him
him
a
a
feast
feast
such
such
as
as
his
his
stomach
stomach
never
never
held
held
in
in
all
all
his
his
life
life
before
before
.
.
We
will
flood
his
throat
with
good
canary
and
send
him
home
with
crowns
in
his
purse
for
every
penny
he
hath
.
What
say
say
ye
ye
,
,
lads
lads
?
?
"
"
"
Truly
,
it
is
a
merry
thought
,
"
said
Will
Scarlet
.
"
It
is
well
planned
,
"
quoth
Little
John
,
"
but
all
the
saints
preserve
us
from
any
more
drubbings
this
day
!
Marry
,
my
poor
bones
ache
so
that
I
--
"
