Приключения Робин Гуда

           "Looktothyself,"criedRobin,drawinghisgoodsword.

           "Ay,marry,"quoththeFriar,whoheldhisalreadyinhishand.So,withoutmoreado,theycametogether,andthereuponbeganafierceandmightybattle.Rightandleft,andupanddownandbackandforththeyfought.Theswordsflashedinthesunandthenmetwithaclashthatsoundedfarandnear.Iwotthiswasnoplayfulboutatquarterstaff,butagrimandseriousfightofrealearnest.Thustheystroveforanhourormore,pausingeverynowandthentorest,atwhichtimeseachlookedattheotherwithwonder,andthoughtthatneverhadheseensostoutafellow;thenonceagaintheywouldgoatitmorefiercelythanever.Yetinallthistimeneitherhadharmedtheothernorcausedhisbloodtoflow.AtlastmerryRobincried,"Holdthyhand,goodfriend!"whereuponbothloweredtheirswords.

           "NowIcraveaboonerewebeginagain,"quothRobin,wipingthesweatfromhisbrow;fortheyhadstrivensolongthathebegantothinkthatitwouldbeanill-donethingeithertobesmittenhimselfortosmitesostoutandbraveafellow.

           "Whatwouldstthouhaveofme?"askedtheFriar.

           "Onlythis,"quothRobin;"thatthouwiltletmeblowthriceuponmybuglehorn."

           TheFriarbenthisbrowsandlookedshrewdlyatRobinHood."NowIdoverilythinkthatthouhastsomecunningtrickinthis,"quothhe.