"For, to tell you the truth, Master Dexter, she is the sweetest wench and hath looked kindly on me.

Indeed, 'twas for this reason I think my master sent me off here on this business to get him more men.

For he is apt to amuse himself, while he waits for the mistress, with the maid; and I doubt when I return I shall find the little witch hath clean forgotten how to smile on me." I hope I may be forgiven the words I uttered when I heard this.

I flew at honest Tom Price like a wolf and cried: "Why, what mean you, hound?
What does he dare to do ?" Tom shook me off roughly, and pulled out his sword.
"Look 'ee here, Master Humphrey, if that be the way you ask your questions, your ribs shall know the way I answer them." "I ask your pardon," said I, panting hard.

"But for God's mercy say what all this means ?" "It means," said he, "that you are mightily concerned with this same little waiting lass." "She is my sweetheart," said I, "and is to be my wife." It was his turn to look blank now, and catch his breath.