I take my vow, there be no bread and milk limbs in those fine
clothes, but stiff joints and tough thews."
"Methinks thou art right, friend Arthur," said Little John. "I do
verily think that yon is no such roseleaf and whipped-cream gallant as
he would have one take him to be."
"Pah!" quoth Robin Hood, "the sight of such a fellow doth put a nasty
taste into my mouth! Look how he doth hold that fair flower betwixt his
thumb and finger, as he would say, 'Good rose, I like thee not so ill
but I can bear thy odor for a little while.' I take it ye are both
wrong, and verily believe that were a furious mouse to run across his
path, he would cry, 'La!' or 'Alack-a-day!' and fall straightway into a
swoon. I wonder who he may be."
"Some great baron's son, I doubt not," answered Little John, "with good
and true men's money lining his purse."
"Ay, marry, that is true, I make no doubt," quoth Robin. "What a pity
that such men as he, that have no thought but to go abroad in gay
clothes, should have good fellows, whose shoes they are not fit to tie,
dancing at their bidding.
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