Thou art man enough to be any woman's champion, and thou must conduct her to some place of safety." Henry Smith was, as we have seen, sufficiently rash and daring when weapons were in question.

But he had also the pride of a decent burgher, and was unwilling to place himself in what might be thought equivocal circumstances by the sober part of his fellow citizens.
"May it please your Highness," he said, "I am but a poor craftsman.

But, though my arm and sword are at the King's service and your Highness's, I am, with reverence, no squire of dames.

Your Highness will find, among your own retinue, knights and lords willing enough to play Sir Pandarus of Troy; it is too knightly a part for poor Hal of the Wynd." "Umph--hah!" said the Prince.

"My purse, Edgar." (His attendant whispered him.) "True--true, I gave it to the poor wench.