Marry, 'a did reach out his arm full length while thou stood gaping at him, and, with a pretty rap, tumbled thee over as never have I seen one tumbled before." So spoke bold Robin, and all the time Little John sat upon the ground, looking as though he had sour curds in his mouth.

"What may be thy name, good fellow ?" said Robin, next, turning to the Tanner.
"Men do call me Arthur a Bland," spoke up the Tanner boldly, "and now what may be thy name ?" "Ha, Arthur a Bland!" quoth Robin, "I have heard thy name before, good fellow.

Thou didst break the crown of a friend of mine at the fair at Ely last October.

The folk there call him Jock o' Nottingham; we call him Will Scathelock.

This poor fellow whom thou hast so belabored is counted the best hand at the quarterstaff in all merry England.