"Why dost thou vex thyself, man?
She would love thee twice as well did she not see how thou doatest upon her.

But it becomes serious now.

I am not to have the risk of my booth being broken and my house plundered by the hell raking followers of the nobles, because she is called the Fair Maid of Perth, an't please ye.
No, she shall know I am her father, and will have that obedience to which law and gospel give me right.

I will have her thy wife, Henry, my heart of gold--thy wife, my man of mettle, and that before many weeks are over.

Come--come, here is to thy merry bridal, jolly smith." The father quaffed a large cup, and filled it to his adopted son, who raised it slowly to his head; then, ere it had reached his lips, replaced it suddenly on the table and shook his head.
"Nay, if thou wilt not pledge me to such a health, I know no one who will," said Simon.