There lies Blue Boar Inn, a can of brown October, and a merry night with sweet companions such as thou mayst find there.
<- Blue Boar Inn Ancaster ->
There lies the way to Ancaster and the duty thou art sent upon.
“Hilloa, what art thou doing here, thou naughty fellow? Who art thou that comest ranging Sherwood's paths? In very sooth thou hast an evil cast of countenance, and I do think, truly, that thou art no better than a thief, and comest after our good King's deer.
I fear me it will rain this evening, so I'll e'en stop at the Blue Boar till it passes by, for I know my good master would not have me wet to the skin.
In Blue Boar Inn
“Nay, thou liest in thy teeth. I am no thief, but an honest craftsman. As for my countenance, it is what it is; and, for the matter of that, thine own is none too pretty, thou saucy fellow.