It must be confessed that the villain hath a powerful hand as well as a sharp tongue, and follows up his bitter words by bold deeds.

The stroke he dealt you with his sword was like a blow from a sledge hammer, Sir Giles.

He felled you from your horse as a butcher felleth an ox; and, in good truth, I at first thought the ox's fate had been yours, and that you would never rise again.

Your helmet was dinted in as if by a great shot.

And for twelve hours and upwards you were senseless and speechless;--But thanks to my care and the skill of Luke Hatton the apothecary who tended you, you have been brought round.