"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 than you could find in an empty pudding bag.
"How now!" quoth merry Robin, laughing.

"Wilt thou have my hide or my money, sweet chuck ?" But to this the other answered never a word.

Then Robin, seeing his plight, and that he was stunned with the blow, ran, still laughing, and brought the skin of ale and poured some of it on the Beggar's head and some down his throat, so that presently he opened his eyes and looked around as though wondering why he lay upon his back.
Then Robin, seeing that he had somewhat gathered the wits that had just been rapped out of his head, said, "Now, good fellow, wilt thou change clothes with me, or shall I have to tap thee again?
Here are two golden angels if thou wilt give me freely all thy rags and bags and thy cap and things.