Part 5 (1/2)
”Tut!” cried dick ”Would ye ? Blood of wound or dust of travel--that's a man's adornment”
”Nay, then, I like him better plain,” observed the lad ”But, prithee, how shall I do? Prithee, good Master Richard, help ood counsel If I come not safe to Holywood, I aive more than counsel Take my horse, and I will run awhile, and when I a, both e was made, and they went forward as briskly as they durst on the uneven causeway, dick with his hand upon the other's knee
”How call ye your name?” asked dick
”Call me John Matcham,” replied the lad
”And what make ye to Holywood?” dick continued
”I seek sanctuary froood Abbot of Holywood is a strong pillar to the weak”
”And how came ye with Sir Daniel, Master Matcham?” pursued dick
”Nay,” cried the other, ”by the abuse of force! He hath taken me by violence from my own place; dressed ibed me till I could 'a' wept; and when certain ofto have me back, claps razed in the right foot, and walk but lamely Nay, there shall come a day between us; he shall sun?” said dick ”'Tis a valiant knight, and hath a hand of iron An he guessed I had o sore with me”
”Ay, poor boy,” returned the other, ”y' are his ward, I know it By the saht htly which; but it is soain!” said dick
”Nay, then, shall I call you girl, good Richard?” asked Matchairl for me,” returned dick ”I do abjure the crew of them!”
”Ye speak boyishly,” said the other ”Ye think more of them than ye pretend”
”Not I,” said dick, stoutly ”They coue of theht and to feast, and to live with jolly foresters I never heard of a maid yet that was for any service, save one only; and she, poor shreas burned for a witch and the wearing of men's clothes in spite of nature”
Master Matcham crossed himself with fervour, and appeared to pray
”What make ye?” dick inquired
”I pray for her spirit,” answered the other, with a somewhat troubled voice
”For a witch's spirit?” dick cried ”But pray for her, an ye list; she was the best wench in Europe, was this Joan of Arc Old Appleyard the archer ran from her, he said, as if she had been Mahoun Nay, she was a brave wench”
”Well, but, good Master Richard,” resumed Matcham, ”an ye like maids so little, y' are no true natural ht true love into the world, to be h!” said dick ”Y' are ababy, so to harp on woet down upon the path, and whether at fists, back-sword, or bow and arroill prove hter,” said Matchaerly ”I mean no tittle of offence I meant but pleasantry And if I talk of women, it is because I heard ye were to marry”
”I to marry!” dick exclaimed ”Well, it is the first I hear of it And as I to”It was Sir Daniel's doing; he hath ain upon both sides; and, indeed, I have heard the poor wench be herself pitifully of the match It seerooe is like death, it conation ”And she bemoaned herself? I pray ye now, see there how shuttle-witted are these girls: to bemoan herself before that she had seen me! Do I bemoan myself? Not I An I be to marry, I will marry dry-eyed! But if ye know her, prithee, of what favour is she? fair or foul? And is she shrewish or pleasant?”