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"
Let
our
buxom
chaplain
stand
forth
,
and
expound
to
this
reverend
father
the
texts
which
concern
this
matter
.
"
The
Friar
,
half-drunk
,
half-sober
,
had
huddled
a
friar
's
frock
over
his
green
cassock
,
and
now
summoning
together
whatever
scraps
of
learning
he
had
acquired
by
rote
in
former
days
,
"
Holy
father
,
"
said
he
,
"
Deus
faciat
salvam
benignitatem
vestram
--
You
are
welcome
to
the
greenwood
.
"
"
What
profane
mummery
is
this
?
"
said
the
Prior
.
"
Friend
,
if
thou
be
's
t
indeed
of
the
church
,
it
were
a
better
deed
to
show
me
how
I
may
escape
from
these
men
's
hands
,
than
to
stand
ducking
and
grinning
here
like
a
morris-dancer
.
"
"
Truly
,
reverend
father
,
"
said
the
Friar
,
"
I
know
but
one
mode
in
which
thou
mayst
escape
.
This
is
Saint
Andrew
's
day
with
us
,
we
are
taking
our
tithes
.
"
"
But
not
of
the
church
,
then
,
I
trust
,
my
good
brother
?
"
said
the
Prior
.
"
Of
church
and
lay
,
"
said
the
Friar
;
"
and
therefore
,
Sir
Prior
facite
vobis
amicos
de
Mammone
iniquitatis
--
make
yourselves
friends
of
the
Mammon
of
unrighteousness
,
for
no
other
friendship
is
like
to
serve
your
turn
.
"
"
I
love
a
jolly
woodsman
at
heart
,
"
said
the
Prior
,
softening
his
tone
;
"
come
,
ye
must
not
deal
too
hard
with
me
--
I
can
well
of
woodcraft
,
and
can
wind
a
horn
clear
and
lustily
,
and
hollo
till
every
oak
rings
again
--
Come
,
ye
must
not
deal
too
hard
with
me
.
"
"
Give
him
a
horn
,
"
said
the
Outlaw
;
"
we
will
prove
the
skill
he
boasts
of
.
"
The
Prior
Aymer
winded
a
blast
accordingly
.
The
Captain
shook
his
head
.
"
Sir
Prior
,
"
he
said
,
"
thou
blowest
a
merry
note
,
but
it
may
not
ransom
thee
--
we
can
not
afford
,
as
the
legend
on
a
good
knight
's
shield
hath
it
,
to
set
thee
free
for
a
blast
.
Moreover
,
I
have
found
thee
--
thou
art
one
of
those
,
who
,
with
new
French
graces
and
Tra-li-ras
,
disturb
the
ancient
English
bugle
notes
.
--
Prior
,
that
last
flourish
on
the
recheat
hath
added
fifty
crowns
to
thy
ransom
,
for
corrupting
the
true
old
manly
blasts
of
venerie
.
"
