"Come, Brother Thomas, let us forward." But Little John caught the horses by the bridle reins, one in either hand.

"Ha' ye in truth no money about you whatsoever ?" said he.

"Now, I pray you, brothers, for charity's sake, give me somewhat to buy a crust of bread, e'en though it be only a penny." "I tell thee, fellow, we have no money," thundered the fat little Friar with the great voice.
"Ha' ye, in holy truth, no money ?" asked Little John.
"Not a farthing," said the lean Friar sourly.
"Not a groat," said the fat Friar loudly.
"Nay," quoth Little John, "this must not be.

Far be it from me to see such holy men as ye are depart from me with no money.

Get both of you down straightway from off your horses, and we will kneel here in the middle of the crossroads and pray the blessed Saint Dunstan to send us some money to carry us on our journey." "What sayest thou, thou limb of evil!" cried the lean Friar, fairly gnashing his teeth with rage.