[Y]ou must cut these fine tresses close by your ears, your rich kirtle close by the knee: you must bear my bow and carry my arrows, ay, and be ready at once to go to the greenwood with one for whose head much gold is offered.

I’m having a run of bad luck.

But while matters touching on patriotism or judgment on grave issues still evoke earthy exchanges in Congress (read the record of the ABM discussions), not since the Douglas- Kerr debates of the last decade has there been such robust extemporania.

Nicholas picked up Mr Lenville's ash stick which had flown out of his hand, and breaking it in half, threw him the pieces.