Will you cast out the devil whose name is Legion, when you cannot cast out the imp whose name is Love ?" "Marriages," said the friar, "are made in heaven.

Love is God's work, and therewith I meddle not." "God's work, indeed!" said the baron, "when the ceremony was cut short in the church.

Could men have put them asunder, if God had joined them together?
And the earl is now no earl, but plain Robert Fitz-Ooth: therefore, I'll none of him." "He may atone," said the friar, "and the king may mollify.

The earl is a worthy peer, and the king is a courteous king." "He cannot atone," said Sir Ralph.

"He has killed the king's men; and if the baron should aid and abet, he will lose his castle and land." "Will I ?" said the baron; "not while I have a drop of blood in my veins.
He that comes to take them shall first serve me as the friar serves my flasks of canary: he shall drain me dry as hay.