He who questions it would be a blasphemer were he not a fool.

The well-born and well-nurtured gentlewoman loves once and once only." "I pray you, madam, pardon me, I--I am not well," said the gray friar, rising abruptly from his settle, and tottering down the steps of the dais.

Wamba sprung after him, his bells jingling as he rose, and casting his arms around the apparently fainting man, he led him away into the court.

"There be dead men alive and live men dead," whispered he.

"There be coffins to laugh at and marriages to cry over.