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Little John Turns Barefoot Friar
ButwhenthebrothersofFountainAbbeysawwhoitwasthatsang,andhowhewascladintherobesofaGrayFriar,theystoppedsuddenly,thefatlittleBrotherdrawinghisheavyeyebrowstogetherinamightyfrown,andthethinBrothertwistinguphisfaceasthoughhehadsourbeerinhismouth.Then,asLittleJohngatheredhisbreathforanewverse,"How,now,"roaredforththefatBrother,hisvoicecomingfromhimlikeloudthunderfromalittlecloud,"thounaughtyfellow,isthisafitplaceforoneinthygarbtotippleandsingprofanesongs?"
"Nay,"quothLittleJohn,"sin’Icannottippleandsing,likeYourWorship’sreverence,insuchagoodlyplaceasFountainAbbey,Imuste’entippleandsingwhereIcan."
"Now,outuponthee,"criedthetallleanBrotherinaharshvoice,"now,outuponthee,thatthoushouldstsodisgracethyclothbythistalkandbearing."
"Marry,comeup!"quothLittleJohn."Disgrace,sayestthou?Methinksitismoredisgraceforoneofourgarbtowringhard-earnedfarthingsoutofthegripeofpoorleanpeasants.Itisnotso,brother?"
AtthistheTinkerandthePeddlerandtheBeggarnudgedoneanother,andallgrinned,andthefriarsscowledblacklyatLittleJohn;buttheycouldthinkofnothingfurthertosay,sotheyturnedtotheirhorses.ThenLittleJohnaroseofasuddenfromthebenchwherehesat,andrantowherethebrothersofFountainAbbeyweremounting.Quothhe,"Letmeholdyourhorses’bridlesforyou.
