Приключения Робин Гуда

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           HereRobincouldcontainhimselfnolongerbutburstforthintoamightyroaroflaughter;then,theholyFriarkeepingonwiththesong,hejoinedinthechorus,andtogethertheysang,or,asonemightsay,bellowed:

           "Soit’shark!hark!hark!

           Tothejoyouslark

           Andit’sharktothecooingdove!

           Forthebrightdaffodil

           Growethdownbytherill

           AndI’llbethineowntruelove."

           Sotheysangtogether,forthestoutFriardidnotseemtohaveheardRobin’slaughter,neitherdidheseemtoknowthattheyeomanhadjoinedinwiththesong,but,witheyeshalfclosed,lookingstraightbeforehimandwagginghisroundheadfromsidetosideintimetothemusic,hekeptonbravelytotheend,heandRobinfinishingupwithamightyroarthatmighthavebeenheardamile.Butnosoonerhadthelastwordbeensungthantheholymanseizedhissteelcap,clappeditonhishead,andspringingtohisfeet,criedinagreatvoice,"Whatspyhavewehere?Comeforth,thoulimbofevil,andIwillcarvetheeintoasfinepuddingmeatase’erawifeinYorkshirecookedofaSunday."HereuponhedrewfrombeneathhisrobesagreatbroadswordfullasstoutaswasRobin’s.

           "Nay,putupthypinkingiron,friend,"quothRobin,standingupwiththetearsoflaughterstillonhischeeks."Folkwhohavesungsosweetlytogethershouldnotfightthereafter.