“What art thou, friend, who dost stop a traveler in this manner upon his most gracious Majesty’s highway?” said the Knight.
“Marry,” quoth Robin, “that is a question hard to answer. One man calleth me kind, another calleth me cruel; this one calleth me good honest fellow, and that one, vile thief. Truly, the world hath as many eyes to look upon a man withal as there are spots on a toad; so, with what pair of eyes thou regardest me lieth entirely with thine own self. My name is Robin Hood.”
“Truly, good Robin,” said the Knight, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth, “thou hast a quaint conceit. As for the pair of eyes with which I regard thee, I would say that they are as favorable as may be, for I hear much good of thee and little ill. What is thy will of me?”
“Now, I make my vow, Sir Knight,” quoth Robin, “thou hast surely learned thy wisdom of good Gaffer Swanthold, for he sayeth, ‘Fair words are as easy spoke as foul, and bring good will in the stead of blows.’ Now I will show thee the truth of this saying; for, if thou wilt go with me this day to Sherwood Forest, I will give thee as merry a feast as ever thou hadst in all thy life.”