Leave scowls and fury to the dark-browed, who can use them without wrying their faces like a three months' baby with the colic.

Now that is my last rede as now.

For methinks I can hear the trumpets blowing for the arraying of the tourney.

Wherefore I must go to see to matters, while thou hast but to be quiet.

And to-night make much of my Lord, and bid him see me to-morrow, and give heed to what I shall say to him.