Draw the wood.

I'll to the Abbey, where perchance the fox has gone to earth.

Five golden crowns to the man who nets the slimy traitor." Now every one, burning with zeal to show their loyalty and to win the crowns, scattered on the search, so that presently the three "witches," Thomas Bolle, Mother Matilda, and the nuns, were left standing almost alone and staring at each other and the dead and wounded men who lay about.
"Let us to the Priory," said Mother Matilda, "for by the sun I judge that it is time for evening prayer, and there seem to be none to hinder us." Thomas went to her horse, which grazed close at hand, and led it up.
"Nay, good friend," she exclaimed, with energy, "while I live no more of that evil beast for me.

Henceforth I'll walk till I am carried.

Keep it, Thomas, as a gift; it is bought and paid for.