For they were sold, every pound of them, before they left the ship's hold, though it is true the money remained to be collected.
"You say that Eve is well, my father ?" "Aye, well enough, son.

Never saw I woman better or more beautiful, though she wears but a sad face.

I asked her if she would not sail with me and visit you.

But she answered: 'Nay, how can I who am another man's wife?
Sir Hugh, your son, should have killed the wolf and let the poor swan go.

When the wolf is dead, then, perchance, I will visit him.