If I don't have her I shall never have a wife.

But I will have her.' 'Fools cry for the moon,' said my lady.

'Any way, get out of my room.
You are a fine talker, but I warrant you will take care of your neck.' 'I shall carry her off and marry her,' he repeated, his chin sunk on his breast, his hand rattling the money in his pocket.
'It is a distance to Gretna,' she answered.

'You'll be nearer it outside my door, my lad.

So be stepping, will you?
And if you take my advice, you will go to my lord.' 'All right; you know,' he said sullenly.