Nay, here is my purse, ye may find for yourselves the truth of what I say." And he held his purse out to Robin.
"Put up thy purse, Sir Richard," quoth Robin.

"Far be it from me to doubt the word of so gentle a knight.

The proud I strive to bring low, but those that walk in sorrow I would aid if I could.

Come, Sir Richard, cheer up thy heart and go with us into the greenwood.

Even I may perchance aid thee, for thou surely knowest how the good Athelstane was saved by the little blind mole that digged a trench over which he that sought the king's life stumbled." "Truly, friend," said Sir Richard, "methinks thou meanest kindness in thine own way; nevertheless my troubles are such that it is not likely that thou canst cure them.