“‘I fear you are so addicted to falsehood, I cannot believe that you have no money, as you say. However, let us all down on our marrow bones, and pray the Virgin to send us some money.’
“‘No, no,’ replied the priests; ‘it is of no use.’
“‘What! have you no faith in your patron saint? Down, I say, and pray.’
“In fear, down fell the two priests, and Robin by their side, and all prayed most lustily.
“‘Now feel in your pockets,’ said Robin, rising.
“‘There is nothing,’ they replied, plunging their hands deep into their cloaks.
“‘Down again, and pray harder,’ shouted Robin, drawing his sword.
“Down they fell, and mumbled over their Latin, but declared the gods had sent them nothing.
“‘I do not believe you,’ said Robin; ‘you ever were a pack of liars. Let each stand a search, that we deceive not each other.’ So Robin turned his own empty pockets wrong side out, then compelled the friars to follow suit, when lo! out fell five hundred pieces of gold.
“When Robin saw this glorious sight, he berated the priests soundly, and taking the gold, went away to Sherwood, and made merry at the expense of the church.”