"My life has been too quiet, I am not used to such sights." "Ma foi!" the other cried, "I have never yet seen a man who was so stout of speech and yet so weak of heart." "Not so, friend," quoth big John; "it is not weakness of heart for I know the lad well.

His heart is as good as thine or mine but he hath more in his pate than ever you will carry under that tin pot of thine, and as a consequence he can see farther into things, so that they weigh upon him more." "Surely to any man it is a sad sight," said Alleyne, "to see these holy men, who have done no sin themselves, suffering so for the sins of others.

Saints are they, if in this age any may merit so high a name." "I count them not a fly," cried Hordle John; "for who is the better for all their whipping and yowling?
They are like other friars, I trow, when all is done.

Let them leave their backs alone, and beat the pride out of their hearts." "By the three kings! there is sooth in what you say," remarked the archer.

"Besides, methinks if I were le bon Dieu, it would bring me little joy to see a poor devil cutting the flesh off his bones; and I should think that he had but a small opinion of me, that he should hope to please me by such provost-marshal work.