“In very sooth,” quoth Little John, “it is a goodly song, and, were I not a yeoman of Sherwood Forest, I had rather be a strolling friar than aught else in the world.”
“Yea, it is a goodly song,” said Robin Hood, “but methought those two burly beggars told the merrier tales and led the merrier life. Dost thou not remember what that great black-bearded fellow told of his begging at the fair in York?”
“Yea,” said Little John, “but what told the friar of the harvest home in Kentshire? I hold that he led a merrier life than the other two.”
“Truly, for the honor of the cloth,” quoth Friar Tuck, “I hold with my good gossip, Little John.”
“Now,” quoth Robin, “I hold to mine own mind. But what sayst thou, Little John, to a merry adventure this fair day? Take thou a friar’s gown from our chest of strange garments, and don the same, and I will stop the first beggar I meet and change clothes with him. Then let us wander the country about, this sweet day, and see what befalls each of us.”
“That fitteth my mind,” quoth Little John, “so let us forth, say I.”