Methought there was another here, but it must have been this holy man talking to himself." So Robin lay watching the Friar, and the Friar, all unknowing that he was so overlooked, ate his meal placidly.

At last he was done, and, having first wiped his greasy hands upon the ferns and wild thyme (and sweeter napkin ne'er had king in all the world), he took up his flask and began talking to himself as though he were another man, and answering himself as though he were somebody else.
"Dear lad, thou art the sweetest fellow in all the world, I do love thee as a lover loveth his lass.

La, thou dost make me shamed to speak so to me in this solitary place, no one being by, and yet if thou wilt have me say so, I do love thee as thou lovest me.

Nay then, wilt thou not take a drink of good Malmsey?
After thee, lad, after thee.

Nay, I beseech thee, sweeten the draught with thy lips (here he passed the flask from his right hand to his left).