"And yet it were a great bourde to play off on the English, and most like to take them and to be told of in ballad and chronicle, like one of Wallace's onfalls.

For, seeing the Pucelle, as they will deem, in our hands, they will think all safe, and welcome us open armed.

O Norman, can we do nothing?
Stop, will you wear another woman's short kirtle over your cuisses and taslet?
She shall be no saint, I warrant you, but, for a sinner, a bonny lass and a merry.

As a gentleman I deem this fair stratagem of war.

If I were your own brother,--the Saints have his soul in their keeping,--I would still be of this counsel.