Let me wait on you.
Although my fortunes be so low I can bring a man or two--six or eight, indeed--while yours are away with the wains." "Never, Christopher.

My own hand has guarded my head these sixty years, and can do so still.

Also," he added, with a flash of insight, "as you say, the journey is dangerous, and who knows?
If aught went wrong, you might be wanted nearer home.

Christopher, you shall never have my girl; she's not for you.

Yet, perhaps, if need were, you would strike a blow for her even if it made you excommunicate.