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There
never
was
a
widow
could
say
him
nay
.
"
I
would
,
Wamba
,
"
said
the
knight
,
"
that
our
host
of
the
Trysting-tree
,
or
the
jolly
Friar
,
his
chaplain
,
heard
this
thy
ditty
in
praise
of
our
bluff
yeoman
.
"
"
So
would
not
I
,
"
said
Wamba
--
"
but
for
the
horn
that
hangs
at
your
baldric
.
"
"
Ay
,
"
said
the
Knight
,
--
"
this
is
a
pledge
of
Locksley
's
goodwill
,
though
I
am
not
like
to
need
it
.
Three
mots
on
this
bugle
will
,
I
am
assured
,
bring
round
,
at
our
need
,
a
jolly
band
of
yonder
honest
yeomen
.
"
"
I
would
say
,
Heaven
forefend
,
"
said
the
Jester
,
"
were
it
not
that
that
fair
gift
is
a
pledge
they
would
let
us
pass
peaceably
.
"
"
Why
,
what
meanest
thou
?
"
said
the
Knight
;
"
thinkest
thou
that
but
for
this
pledge
of
fellowship
they
would
assault
us
?
"
"
Nay
,
for
me
I
say
nothing
,
"
said
Wamba
;
"
for
green
trees
have
ears
as
well
as
stone
walls
.
But
canst
thou
construe
me
this
,
Sir
Knight
--
When
is
thy
wine-pitcher
and
thy
purse
better
empty
than
full
?
"
"
Why
,
never
,
I
think
,
"
replied
the
Knight
.
"
Thou
never
deservest
to
have
a
full
one
in
thy
hand
,
for
so
simple
an
answer
!
Thou
hadst
best
empty
thy
pitcher
ere
thou
pass
it
to
a
Saxon
,
and
leave
thy
money
at
home
ere
thou
walk
in
the
greenwood
.
"
"
You
hold
our
friends
for
robbers
,
then
?
"
said
the
Knight
of
the
Fetterlock
.
