"No pardon I thee owe;
Therefore make haste and come along with me,
For to merry Barnsdale you shall go."
So thither they led the Bishop, and made him sup with them right merrily and royally.
"Call in a reckoning," said the Bishop,
"For methinks it grows wondrous high;"
"Lend me your purse, master," said Little John,
"And I'll tell you by and bye!"
Little John took the Bishop's cloak
And spread it upon the ground.