“Away,” quoth Jocelyn, nodding, “so now in faith must I, Robin—”
“What, is't indeed farewell, brother?”
“Aye, Robin.”
“Why, then, what may I give thee in way o' love and friendship?”
“Thy hand.”
“Behold it, brother! And what beside? Here is purse o' good pieces—ha?”
“Nay, Robin, prithee keep them for those whose need is greater.”
“Can I nought bestow—dost lack for nothing, brother?”
“What thou, methinks, may not supply—”
“And that?”