Beside the door stood two stout cobs with broad soft-padded saddles, well fitted for easy traveling, and speaking of rich guests in the parlor.

In front of the door three merry fellows, a tinker, a peddler, and a beggar, were seated on a bench in the sun quaffing stout ale.
"I give you good den, sweet friends," quoth Little John, striding up to where they sat.
"Give thee good den, holy father," quoth the merry Beggar with a grin.
"But look thee, thy gown is too short.

Thou hadst best cut a piece off the top and tack it to the bottom, so that it may be long enough.

But come, sit beside us here and take a taste of ale, if thy vows forbid thee not." "Nay," quoth Little John, also grinning, "the blessed Saint Dunstan hath given me a free dispensation for all indulgence in that line." And he thrust his hand into his pouch for money to pay his score.
"Truly," quoth the Tinker, "without thy looks belie thee, holy friar, the good Saint Dunstan was wise, for without such dispensation his votary is like to ha' many a penance to make.

Nay, take thy hand from out thy pouch, brother, for thou shalt not pay this shot.