`` They are pretty men , indeed , '' replied the messenger . `` It but augments my sorrow that ye had not marched the earlier . '' `` Well , '' said the knight , `` what would ye ? The beginning of a feast and the end of a fray , sir messenger ; '' and he mounted into his saddle . `` Why ! how now ! '' he cried . `` John ! Joanna ! Nay , by the sacred rood ! where is she ? Host , where is that girl ? '' `` Girl , Sir Daniel ? '' cried the landlord . `` Nay , sir , I saw no girl . '' `` Boy , then , dotard ! '' cried the knight . `` Could ye not see it was a wench ? She in the murrey-coloured mantle -- she that broke her fast with water , rogue -- where is she ? '' `` Nay , the saints bless us !
Master John , ye called him , '' XXXXX the host .
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