Pedlars, pedlars: wandering from door to door with the small ware of lies and cajolery: exploits for carpet-knights; honesty for courtiers; truth for monks, and chastity for nuns: a good saleable stock that costs the vender nothing, defies wear and tear, and when it has served a hundred customers is as plentiful and as marketable as ever.
But, sirrahs, I'll none of your balderdash.

You pass not hence without clink of brass, or I'll knock your musical noddles together till they ring like a pair of cymbals.

That will be a new tune for your minstrelships." This friendly speech of the friar ended as they stepped on the opposite bank.

Robin had noticed as they passed that the summer stream was low.
"Why, thou brawling mongrel," said Robin, "that whether thou be thief, friar, or ferryman, or an ill-mixed compound of all three, passes conjecture, though I judge thee to be simple thief, what barkest thou at thus?
Villain, there is clink of brass for thee.

Dost thou see this coin?
Dost thou hear this music?
Look and listen: for touch thou shalt not: my minstrelship defies thee.