Sir Ludar, by your leave, captain, you hold in your hand what you gave me in charge to keep for you; so I owe you nought but my farewell." "Nay," said Ludar.

"By heaven, we are all debtors to you both, and shall compel you to own it.

And since you both and my comrade here be Englishmen, let me tell you that, for your sakes, I shall salute your Queen's ensign when I next see it." That night the poet related to me with much embellishment and flourish all that had passed since the maids left London, most of which I already knew, yet was not loth to hear again from his lips.
"Thank me no thanks, my Hollander," said he, when once more I blessed him for the service he had done.

"The poet's glory cometh not from earth.

I have, while I waited here, written an excellent and notable epic on the wars of the illustrious house of the McDonnells, the which I will even now rehearse thee for thy delectation.