"Gi' ye good den, brothers," said he.

"I am right glad to welcome some of my cloth in this naughty place.
Truly, methinks these rogues of outlaws would stand but an ill chance were it not for the prayers of Holy Tuck, who laboreth so hard for their well-being." Here he winked one eye slyly and stuck his tongue into his cheek.
"Who art thou, mad priest ?" said the King in a serious voice, albeit he smiled beneath his cowl.
At this Friar Tuck looked all around with a slow gaze.

"Look you now," quoth he, "never let me hear you say again that I am no patient man.
Here is a knave of a friar calleth me a mad priest, and yet I smite him not.

My name is Friar Tuck, fellow--the holy Friar Tuck." "There, Tuck," said Robin, "thou hast said enow.

Prythee, cease thy talk and bring some wine.