What would your father say?
This is no holiday jaunt, but one that may have a sad and stern ending.

At the best, victory can only come through much bloodshed and danger.

At the worst, we are as like to wind up upon a scaffold as not.' 'Forwards, lads, forwards!' cried he, spurring on his horse, 'it is all arranged and settled.

I am about to offer my august person, together with a sword which I borrowed and a horse which I stole, to his most Protestant highness, James, Duke of Monmouth.' 'But how comes it all ?' I asked, as we rode on together.

'It warms my very heart to see you, but you were never concerned either in religion or in politics.