What hast thou to do with honour?
Now is there in thy neighbourhood a certain nest of robbers, miscreants, and outlaws, whom all men fear to handle ?' 'Yes, my lord.

At least, I believe some of them be robbers, and all of them are outlaws.' 'And what is your high sheriff about, that he doth not hang them all?
Or send them up for me to hang, without more to do about them ?' 'I reckon that he is afraid, my lord; it is not safe to meddle with them.

They are of good birth, and reckless; and their place is very strong.' 'Good birth! What was Lord Russell of, Lord Essex, and this Sidney?
'Tis the surest heirship to the block to be the chip of a good one.

What is the name of this pestilent race, and how many of them are there ?' 'They are the Doones of Bagworthy forest, may it please your worship.
And we reckon there be about forty of them, beside the women and children.' 'Forty Doones, all forty thieves! and women and children! Thunder of God! How long have they been there then ?' 'They may have been there thirty years, my lord; and indeed they may have been forty.

Before the great war broke out they came, longer back than I can remember.' 'Ay, long before thou wast born, John.