Tell me, comrade, is it sooth that we shall have another fling at these Frenchmen?
It is so rumored in the guard-room, and that Sir Nigel will take the field once more." "It is like enough, mon gar., as things go." "Now may the Lord be praised!" cried the other.

"This very night will I set apart a golden ouche to be offered on the shrine of my name-saint.

I have pined for this, Aylward, as a young maid pines for her lover." "Art so set on plunder then?
Is the purse so light that there is not enough for a rouse?
I have a bag at my belt, camarade, and you have but to put your fist into it for what you want.

It was ever share and share between us." "Nay, friend, it is not the Frenchman's gold, but the Frenchman's blood that I would have.

I should not rest quiet in the grave, coz, if I had not another turn at them.