The tale's the thing.
See, fill a glass of this Irish cordial.

Twill keep off the chill from the night air.

When and where did you get so woefully battered ?" "'Twas six years back when I was with Bovill." Raleigh whistled.

"You were with Robert Bovill' What in Heaven's name did one of Coffyn blood with Robert?
If ever man had a devil, 'twas he.
I mind his sullen black face and his beard in two prongs.

I have heard he is dead--on a Panama gibbet ?" "He is dead; but not as he lived.