"'Twixt Wash and Humber is a wild land in winter and arrows fly about there like ducks at night, none knowing whence they come.

Also your Grace is over-heavy for a horse on forest roads and moorland, and if aught should chance, why, they'd laugh in Spain and Rome, or nearer, and who would rule England with a girl child on its throne ?" and he stared hard at Cromwell's back.
"Truth at last, and out of the lips of a red-haired bumpkin," muttered the King, also staring at the unconscious Cromwell, who was engaged on his writing and either feigned deafness or did not hear.

"Thomas Bolle, I said that you were no fool, although some may have thought you so, is there aught you would have in payment for your counsel--save money, for that we have none ?" "Aye, Sire, freedom from my oath as a lay-brother of the Abbey of Blossholme, and leave to marry." "To marry whom ?" "Her, Sire," and he pointed to Emlyn.
"What! The other handsome witch?
See you not that she has a temper?
Nay, woman, be silent, it is written in your face.

Well, take your freedom and her with it, but, Thomas Bolle, why did you not ask otherwise when the chance came your way?
I thought better of you.

Like the rest of us, you are but a fool after all.