"Why, you villanous friar, think you to nickname and marry my daughter before my face with impunity ?" "Even so, bold baron," said the friar; "we are strongest here.

Say you, might overcomes right?
I say no.

There is no right but might: and to say that might overcomes right is to say that right overcomes itself: an absurdity most palpable.

Your right was the stronger in Arlingford, and ours is the stronger in Sherwood.

Your right was right as long as you could maintain it; so is ours.