By St.Anselm! it would be an evil day if we had to bend to our master's servants as well as to our masters." "No man is my master save the King," the woodman answered.

"Who is there, save a false traitor, who would refuse to serve the English king ?" "I know not about the English king," said the man Jenkin.

"What sort of English king is it who cannot lay his tongue to a word of English?
You mind last year when he came down to Malwood, with his inner marshal and his outer marshal, his justiciar, his seneschal, and his four and twenty guardsmen.

One noontide I was by Franklin Swinton's gate, when up he rides with a yeoman pricker at his heels.

'Ouvre,' he cried, 'ouvre,' or some such word, making signs for me to open the gate; and then 'Merci,' as though he were adrad of me.