"I mean, I had made ready for a robber, so I could not hold my hand." "Ay, these chattering travellers have stuffed your head full of thieves and assassins; they have not got a real live robber in their whole nation.

Nay, I'll carry the beast; bear thou my crossbow." "We will carry it by turns, then," said Gerard, "for 'tis a heavy load: poor thing, how its blood drips.

Why did we slay it ?" "For supper and the reward the baillie of the next town shall give us." "And for that it must die, when it had but just begun to live; and perchance it hath a mother that will miss it sore this night, and loves it as ours love us; more than mine does me." "What, know you not that his mother was caught in a pitfall last month, and her skin is now at the tanner's?
and his father was stuck full of cloth-yard shafts t'other day, and died like Julius Caesar, with his hands folded on his bosom, and a dead dog in each of them ?" But Gerard would not view it jestingly.

"Why, then," said he, "we have killed one of God's creatures that was all alone in the world-as I am this day, in this strange land." "You young milksop," roared Denys, "these things must not be looked at so, or not another bow would be drawn nor quarrel fly in forest nor battlefield.

Why, one of your kidney consorting with a troop of pikemen should turn them to a row of milk-pails; it is ended, to Rome thou goest not alone, for never wouldst thou reach the Alps in a whole skin.