He! he! he hath followed her hither and thither.

But, mercy on us, he'd as soon look in the Fleet Ditch as in Canterbury.
Harkee, comrade, that other varlet is a knave.

Hang him, I say.

'Twas thou and I helped her there--he knew naught till--how a plague found he us out?
Honest friend, I pray thee slay me this dog." "Where in Canterbury shall I find him ?" said I.
"Thou knowest a certain tavern, or inn, or hostel by the sign of the Oriflame, neighbour.

Well, 'tis but a stone's-throw from the convent; and I warrant the sot will be not far away.