Bray, a Messenger, and a Pot of Ale.

The messenger was a chatty soul, and loved a bit of gossip dearly. Bray saw a party of right jovial fellows seated beneath the spreading ole that shaded the greensward in front of the door. There was a tinker, two barefoot friars, and a party of six of the king's foresters all clad in Lincoln green. The loudest of all laughed the tinker, and he sang more sweetly than any of the rest.