I have suffered a mischance down that cursed hill, and my horse has gone lame." Kenneth kept his cloak over his mouth, trusting that the muffling would sufficiently disguise his accents as he made answer.
"I am in haste, my master.

What is your will ?" "Why, marry, so am I in haste.

My will is your horse, sir.

Oh, I'm no robber.

I'll pay you for it, and handsomely.