You would have your legs under the Round Table and a 'Sir' in front of your names within the twenty-four hours; and you could bring about a new distribution of the married princesses and duchesses of the Court in another twenty-four.

The fact is, it is just a sort of polished-up court of Comanches, and there isn't a squaw in it who doesn't stand ready at the dropping of a hat to desert to the buck with the biggest string of scalps at his belt." "-- and he be such a man of prowess as ye speak of, said Sir Gawaine.
Now, what is his name?
Sir, said they, his name is Marhaus the king's son of Ireland." "Son of the king of Ireland, you mean; the other form doesn't mean anything.

And look out and hold on tight, now, we must jump this gully....

There, we are all right now.

This horse belongs in the circus; he is born before his time." "I know him well, said Sir Uwaine, he is a passing good knight as any is on live." "_On live_.