I treat my friend, and I ask no friend to treat me.

I clap a silk gown on my girl's back.

Never a knight's lady shall be better betrimmed and betrinketed.

How of all that, mon garcon?
And how of the heap of trifles that you can see for yourselves in yonder corner?
They are from the South French, every one, upon whom I have been making war.

By my hilt! camarades, I think that I may let my plunder speak for itself." "It seems indeed to be a goodly service," said the tooth-drawer.
"Tete bleu! yes, indeed.