"Methought we were such a merry company, and here thou dost blaze up like fat in the pan.

But truly, I ha' had enow of you today, though I can ill spare your company.

I know ye will miss me, but gin ye want me again, whisper to Goodman Wind, and he will bring news thereof to me.

But ye see I am a poor man and ye are rich.

I pray you give me a penny or two to buy me bread and cheese at the next inn." "We have no money, fellow," said the lean Friar harshly.