What may thy name be, father ?" "Please Your Worship," said Little John, in a cracked voice like that of an old man, "my name is Giles Hobble, at Your Worship's service." "Giles Hobble, Giles Hobble," muttered the Sheriff to himself, turning over the names that he had in his mind to try to find one to fit to this.

"I remember not thy name," said he at last, "but it matters not.
Hast thou a mind to earn sixpence this bright morn ?" "Ay, marry," quoth Little John, "for money is not so plenty with me that I should cast sixpence away an I could earn it by an honest turn.

What is it Your Worship would have me do ?" "Why, this," said the Sheriff.

"Here are three men that need hanging as badly as any e'er I saw.

If thou wilt string them up I will pay thee twopence apiece for them.