But hast thou truly nought but a dry crust about thee?
Methinks thy bags and pouches are fat and lusty for such thin fare." "Why, mayhap there is some other cold fare therein," said the Beggar slyly.
"And hast thou nought to drink but cold water ?" said Robin.
"Never so much as a drop," quoth the Beggar.

"Over beyond yon clump of trees is as sweet a little inn as ever thou hast lifted eyelid upon; but I go not thither, for they have a nasty way with me.

Once, when the good Prior of Emmet was dining there, the landlady set a dear little tart of stewed crabs and barley sugar upon the window sill to cool, and, seeing it there, and fearing it might be lost, I took it with me till that I could find the owner thereof.

Ever since then they have acted very ill toward me; yet truth bids me say that they have the best ale there that ever rolled over my tongue." At this Robin laughed aloud.

"Marry," quoth he, "they did ill toward thee for thy kindness.