I MUST find her.

Give me leave, sir; I must go and think.

I cannot mount and ride, and leave her I know not where.

Go I will, if it be on a broomstick, but this morning I ride not.
Let the men put up their horses, Stopchase, and break their fast.' 'It is a wile of the enemy,' said Stopchase.

'Truly, it were no marvel to me were the good mare at this moment eating her oats in the very stall where we have even but now in vain sought her.