It hath ever been so since the fall.

I am now only the more bent upon dancing with the prohibited damsel.

But I would fain know the principle on which thou erectest thyself into her guardian.

Is it because she fainted when thy sword was crossed with that hot-headed fool, Sir Thomas Metcalfe, that thou flatterest thyself she is in love with thee?
Be not too sure of it, Dick.

Many a timid wench has swooned at the sight of a naked weapon, without being enamoured of the swordsman.