Sir Richard took the bag and shot from it upon the table a glittering stream of golden money.

"Bear in mind, Sir Prior," said he, "that thou hast promised me quittance for three hundred pounds.

Not one farthing above that shalt thou get." So saying, he counted out three hundred pounds and pushed it toward the Prior.
But now the Prior's hands dropped at his sides and the Prior's head hung upon his shoulder, for not only had he lost all hopes of the land, but he had forgiven the Knight one hundred pounds of his debt and had needlessly paid the man of law fourscore angels.

To him he turned, and quoth he, "Give me back my money that thou hast." "Nay," cried the other shrilly, "it is but my fee that thou didst pay me, and thou gettest it not back again." And he hugged his gown about him.
"Now, Sir Prior," quoth Sir Richard, "I have held my day and paid all the dues demanded of me; so, as there is no more betwixt us, I leave this vile place straightway." So saying, he turned upon his heel and strode away.
All this time the Sheriff had been staring with wide-open eyes and mouth agape at the tall man-at-arms, who stood as though carved out of stone.
At last he gasped out, "Reynold Greenleaf!" At this, the tall man-at-arms, who was no other than Little John, turned, grinning, to the Sheriff.

"I give thee good den, fair gossip," quoth he.