The men who were engaged with the baron and the peasant, seeing their leader subdued, immediately laid down their arms and cried for quarter.

The wife brought some strong rope, and the baron tied their arms behind them.
"Now, Sir Ralph," said Marian, "once more you are at my mercy." "That I always am, cruel beauty," said the discomfited lover.
"Odso! courteous knight," said the baron, "is this the return you make for my beef and canary, when you kissed my daughter's hand in token of contrition for your intermeddling at her wedding?
Heart, I am glad to see she has given you a bloody coxcomb.

Slice him down, Mawd! slice him down, and fling him into the river." "Confess," said Marian, "what brought you here, and how did you trace our steps ?" "I will confess nothing," said the knight.
"Then confess you, rascal," said the baron, holding his sword to the throat of the captive squire.
"Take away the sword," said the squire, "it is too near my mouth, and my voice will not come out for fear: take away the sword, and I will confess all." The baron dropped his sword, and the squire proceeded; "Sir Ralph met you, as you quitted Lady Falkland's castle, and by representing to her who you were, borrowed from her such a number of her retainers as he deemed must ensure your capture, seeing that your familiar the friar was not at your elbow.

We set forth without delay, and traced you first by means of a peasant who saw you turn into this valley, and afterwards by the light from the casement of this solitary dwelling.

Our design was to have laid an ambush for you in the morning, but the storm and your observation of my unlucky face through the casement made us change our purpose; and what followed you can tell better than I can, being indeed masters of the subject." "You are a merry knave," said the baron, "and here is a cup of wine for you." "Gramercy," said the squire, "and better late than never: but I lacked a cup of this before.