Pah! I scorn a tale bearer." "Away with you, then.

I hear the clash of armour." This put life and mettle into the heels of the bonnet maker, who, turning his back on the supposed danger, set off at a pace which the smith never doubted would speedily bring him to his own house.
"Here is another chattering jay to deal with," thought the smith; "but I have a hank over him too.

The minstrels have a fabliau of a daw with borrowed feathers--why, this Oliver is The very bird, and, by St.
Dunstan, if he lets his chattering tongue run on at my expense, I will so pluck him as never hawk plumed a partridge.

And this he knows." As these reflections thronged on his mind, he had nearly reached the end of his journey, and, with the glee maiden still hanging on his cloak, exhausted, partly with fear, partly with fatigue, he at length arrived at the middle of the wynd, which was honoured with his own habitation, and from which, in the uncertainty that then attended the application of surnames, he derived one of his own appellatives.

Here, on ordinary days, his furnace was seen to blaze, and four half stripped knaves stunned the neighbourhood with the clang of hammer and stithy.