Then straightway, and without more words, he stripped off his clogs and let them fall upon the road.

Robin, still holding the bridle rein, stooped and picked them up.

Then he said, "Sweet friend, I am used to ask those that I have dealings with to come and feast at Sherwood with me.

I will not ask thee, because of our pleasant journey together; for I tell thee there be those in Sherwood that would not be so gentle with thee as I have been.

The name of Corn Engrosser leaves a nasty taste upon the tongue of all honest men.