I'll just whisper a word in Sir Ralph Assheton's ear, and you'll hear no more of it." "Fire and fury!" growled Sir Thomas.

"I like not this mode of settling a quarrel; and unless this hot-headed psalm-singing puritan apologises, I shall assuredly cut his throat." "Or he yours, good Sir Thomas," rejoined Potts.

"Better sit in Raydale Hall, than lie in the Abbey vaults." "Well, we'll talk over the matter, Master Potts," replied the knight.
"A nice morning's work I've made of it," mused Nicholas, as he walked along; "here I have a dance with a farmer's pretty wife, a discourse with a parson, a drinking-bout with a couple of clowns, and a duello with a blustering knight on my hands.

Quite enough, o' my conscience! but I must get through it the best way I can.

And now, hey for the May-pole and the morris-dancers!" Nicholas just got up in time to witness the presentation of the May Queen to Sir Ralph Assheton and his lady, and like every one else he was greatly struck by her extreme beauty and natural grace.
The little ceremony was thus conducted.