the corners with the thoughts of the good things he had raised in his own mind。
So； talking to himself； he came to where the dusty road turned sharply around the hedge； all tender with the green of the coming leaf； and there he saw before him a stout fellow sitting upon a stile； swinging his legs in idleness。 All about this lusty rogue dangled divers pouches and bags of different sizes and kinds； a dozen or more； with great； wide； gaping mouths； like a brood of hungry daws。 His coat was gathered in at his waist； and was patched with as many colors as there are stripes upon a Maypole in the springtide。 On his head he wore a great tall leathern cap； and across his knees rested a stout quarterstaff of blackthorn； full as long and heavy as Robin's。 As jolly a beggar was he as ever trod the lanes and byways of Nottinghamshire； for his eyes were as gray as slate； and snapped and twinkled and danced with merriment； and his black hair curled close all over his head in little rings of kinkiness。
〃Halloa； good fellow；〃 quoth Robin； when he had come nigh to the other； 〃what art thou doing here this merry day； when the flowers are peeping and the buds are swelling？〃
Then the other winked one eye and straightway trolled forth in a merry voice：
〃_I sit upon the stile； And I sing a little while As I wait for my own true dear； O； For the sun is shining bright； And the leaves are dancing light； And the little fowl sings she is near； O_。
〃And so it is with me； bully boy； saving that my doxy cometh not。〃
〃Now that is a right sweet song；〃 quoth Robin； 〃and； were I in the right mind to listen to thee； I could bear well to hear more； but I have two things of seriousness to ask of thee； so listen； I prythee。〃
At this the jolly Beggar cocked his head on one side； like a rogue of a magpie。 Quoth he； 〃I am an ill jug to pour heavy things into； good friend； and； if I mistake not； thou hast few serious words to spare at any time。〃
〃Nay；〃 quoth jolly Robin； 〃what I would say first is the most serious of all thoughts to me； to wit； ‘Where shall I get somewhat to eat and drink？' 〃
〃Sayst thou so？〃 quoth the Beggar。 〃Marry； I make no such serious thoughts upon the matter。 I eat when I can get it； and munch my crust when I can get no crumb； likewise； when there is no ale to be had I wash the dust from out my throat with a trickle of cold water。 I was sitting here； as thou camest upon me； bethinking myself whether I should break my fast or no。 I do love to let my hunger grow mightily keen ere I eat； for then a dry crust is as good to me as a venison pasty with suet and raisins is to stout King Harry。 I have a sharp hunger upon me now； but methinks in a short while it will ripen to a right mellow appetite。〃
〃Now； in good sooth；〃 quoth merry Robin； laughing； 〃thou hast a quaint tongue betwixt thy teeth。 But hast thou truly nought but a dry crust about thee？ Methinks thy bags and pouches are fat and lusty for such thin fare。〃
〃Why； mayhap there is some other cold fare therein；〃 said the Beggar slyly。
〃And hast thou nought to drink but cold water？〃 said Robin。
〃Never so much as a drop；〃 quoth the Beggar。 〃Over beyond yon clump of trees is as sweet a little inn as ever thou hast lifted eyelid upon； but I go not thither； for they have a nasty way with me。 Once； when the good Prior of Emmet was dining there； the landlady set a dear little tart of stewed crabs and barley sugar upon the window sill to cool； and； seeing it there； and fearing it might be lost； I took it with me till that I could find the owner thereof。 Ever since then they have acted very ill toward me； yet truth bids me say that they have the best ale there that ever rolled over my tongue。〃
At this Robin laughed aloud。 〃Marry；〃 quoth he； 〃they did ill toward thee for thy kindness。 But tell me truly； what hast thou in thy pouches？〃
〃Why；〃 quoth the Beggar； peeping into the mouths of his bags； 〃I find here a goodly piece of pigeon pie； wrapped in a cabbage leaf to hold the gravy。 Here I behold a dainty streaked piece of brawn； and here a fair lump of white bread。 Here I find four oaten cakes and a cold knuckle of ham。 Ha！ In sooth； 'tis strange； but here I behold six eggs that must have come by accident from some poultry yard hereabouts。 They are raw； but roasted upon the coals and spread with a piece of butter that I see〃
〃Peace； good friend！〃 cried Robin； holding up his hand。 〃Thou makest my poor stomach quake with joy for what thou tellest me so sweetly。 If thou wilt give me to eat； I will straightway hie me to that little inn thou didst tell of but now； and will bring a skin of ale for thy drinking and mine。〃
〃Friend； thou hast said enough；〃 said the Beggar； getting down from the stile。 〃I will feast thee with the best that I have and bless Saint Cedric for thy company。 But； sweet chuck； I prythee bring three quarts of ale at least； one for thy drinking and two for mine； for my thirst is such that methinks I can drink ale as the sands of the River Dee drink salt water。〃
So Robin straightway left the Beggar； who； upon his part； went to a budding lime bush back of the hedge； and there spread his feast upon the grass and roasted his eggs upon a little fagot fire； with a deftness gained by long labor in that line。 After a while back came Robin bearing a goodly skin of ale upon his shoulder； which he laid upon the grass。 Then； looking upon the feast spread upon the groundand a fair sight it was to look upon he slowly rubbed his hand over his stomach； for to his hungry eyes it seemed the fairest sight that he had beheld in all his life。
〃Friend；〃 said the Beggar； 〃let me feel the weight of that skin。
〃Yea； truly；〃 quoth Robin； 〃help thyself； sweet chuck； and meantime let me see whether thy pigeon pie is fresh or no。〃
So the one seized upon the ale and the other upon the pigeon pie； and nothing was heard for a while but the munching of food and the gurgle of ale as it left the skin。
At last； after a long time had passed thus； Robin pushed the food from him and heaved a great sigh of deep content； for he felt as though he had been made all over anew。
〃And now； good friend；〃 quoth he； leaning upon one elbow； 〃I would have at thee about that other matter of seriousness of which I spoke not long since。〃
〃How！〃 said the Beggar reproachfully； 〃thou wouldst surely not talk of things appertaining to serious affairs upon such ale as this！〃
〃Nay；〃 quoth Robin； laughing。 〃I would not check thy thirst； sweet friend； drink while I talk to thee。 Thus it is： I would have thee know that I have taken a liking to thy craft and would fain have a taste of a beggar's life mine own self。〃
Said the Beggar； 〃I marvel not that thou hast taken a liking to my manner of life； good fellow； but ‘to like' and ‘to do' are two matters of different sorts。 I tell thee； friend； one must serve a long apprenticeship ere one can learn to be even so much as a clapper…dudgeon； much less a crank or an Abraham…man。＇3＇ I tell thee； lad； thou art too old to enter upon that which it may take thee years to catch the hang of。〃
＇3＇ Classes of traveling mendicants that infested England as late as the middle of the seventeenth century。 VIDE Dakkar's ENGLISH VILLAINIES； etc。
〃Mayhap that may be so；〃 quoth Robin； 〃for I bring to mind that Gaffer Swanthold sayeth Jack Shoemaker maketh ill bread； Tom Baker maketh ill shoon。 Nevertheless； I have a mind to taste a beggar's life； and need but the clothing to be as good as any。〃
〃I tell thee； fellow；〃 said the Beggar； 〃if thou wert clad as sweetly as good Saint Wynten； the patron of our craft； thou wouldst never make a beggar。 Marry； the first jolly traveler that thou wouldst meet would beat thee to a pudding for thrusting thy nose into a craft that belongeth not to thee。〃
〃Nevertheless；〃 quoth Robin； 〃I would have a try at it； and methinks I shall change clothes with thee； for thy garb seemeth to be pretty； not to say gay。 So not only will I change clothes； but I will give thee two golden angels to boot。 I have brought my stout staff with me； thinking that I might have to rap some one of the brethren of thy cloth over the head by way of argument in this matter； but I love thee so much for the feast thou hast given me that I would not lift even my little finger against thee； so thou needst not have a crumb of fear。〃
To this the Beggar listened with his knuckles resting against his hips； and when Robin had ended he cocked his head on one side and thrust his tongue into his cheek。
〃Marry； come up；〃 quoth he at last。 〃Lift thy finger against me； forsooth！ Art thou out of thy wits； man？ My name is Riccon Hazel； and I come from Holywell； in Flintshire； over by the River Dee。 I tell thee； knave； I have cracked the head of many a better man than thou art； and even now I would scald thy crown for thee but for the ale thou hast given me。 Now thou shalt not have so much as one tag…rag of my coat； even could it save thee from hanging。〃
〃Now； fellow；〃 said Robin； 〃it would ill suit me to spoil thy pretty head for thee； but I tell thee plainly； that but for this feast I would do that to thee would stop thy traveling the country for many a day to come。 Keep thy lips shut； lad； or thy luck will tumble out of thy mouth with thy speech！〃
〃Now out； and alas for thee； man； for thou hast bred thyself ill this day！〃 cried the Beggar； rising and taking up his staff。 〃Take up thy club and defend thyself； fellow； for I will not only beat thee but I will take from thee thy money and leave thee not so much as a clipped groat to buy thyself a lump of goose grease to rub thy cracked crown withal。 So defend thyself； I say。〃
Then up leaped merry Robin and snatched up his staff also。 〃Take my money； if thou canst；〃 quoth he。 〃I promise freely to give thee every farthing if thou dost touch me。〃 And he twirled his staff in his fingers till it whistled again。
Then the Beggar swung his staff also； and struck a mighty blow at Robin； which the yeoman turned。 Three blows the Beggar struck； yet never one touched so much as a hair of Robin's head。 Then stout Robin saw his chance； and； ere you could count three； Riccon's staff was over the hedge； and Riccon himself lay upon the green grass with no more motion th