He'd better keep out of reach of my sword arm.

You can tell him so, fair sister, if you have a tendresse for the young counter jumper." Gertrude's sensitive colour flew up, and her brother laughed loud and long, pointing his finger at her, and adding one coarse jest to another; but the mother interposed rather hastily, being uneasy at the turn the talk was taking.
"Hist, children, no more of this! "I would not that this tale came to your father's ears, Frederick; it were better to have a care where our neighbours are concerned.
Let the wench alone.

There are many prettier damsels than she, who will not rebuff you in such fashion." "Ay, verily, but that is the spice of it all.

When the wench gives you kiss for kiss, it is sweet, but flavourless.

A box on the ear, and a merry chase through the streets afterwards, is a game more to my liking.