So are his friends--but they are lukewarm compared to my father--the rich ones of them, I mean.

Would to God I had not lost those seven great troop-horses that the pudding-fisted clothiers of Gloucester did rob me of! I need them sorely now.

I bought them with mine own--or rather with thine, sweet heart.

I had been saving up the money for a carcanet for thy fair neck.' 'So my neck be fair in thine eyes, my lord, it may go bare and be well clad.

I should, in sad earnest, be jealous of the pretty stones didst thou give my neck one look the more for their presence.