I left him-- Look you here, comrade," said he, taking my arm and looking hard at me, "where saw I thee last ?" "Once when you lay as drunk as a dog in Finsbury Fields.

And a good turn you did me, comrade, and more than me, by what you blabbed then." He gaped rather foolishly at this, and asked did I want my ears slit for a noisy malapert?
Then I told him just what passed, and how I had been able thereby to save the maiden from the Captain's clutches.

When he heard that he laughed, and swore and thwacked me on the back till I nearly dropped.
"By my life, you gallows dog you, if my master only knew what he owed you! Why, my pretty lad, I never saw a man so put about as he was when he came back from Canterbury that time without his prey." "Where is he now ?" I asked.
"Where else, do you suppose, but smacking his lips near the dove's nest?
He hath comforted himself for all he hath suffered, ere now, I warrant thee!" "What!" I shouted.

"Has he followed the maiden to Ireland ?" He laughed.
"So, then, you know where the pretty one has flown?
I warrant thee, if thou couldst see her at this moment, thou wouldst see my master not a bow-shot away.

Ha! ha! I do not say nearer; for when I left, the fair vixen still held him at arm's length.