"Thou must this day give up to me every penny thou hast about thee.

Nay, if thou dost budge an inch I will rattle this staff about thine ears." "Nay, smite me not!" cried the Miller, throwing up his elbow as though he feared the blow.

"Thou mayst search me if thou wilt, but thou wilt find nothing upon me, pouch, pocket, or skin." "Is it so ?" quoth Robin Hood, looking keenly upon him.

"Now I believe that what thou tellest is no true tale.

If I am not much mistook thou hast somewhat in the bottom of that fat sack of meal.