The Tavern Knight (PDF, MOBI, EPUB, FB2, TEXT)

"Oh, have done!" broke in the youth impetuously. "Suffer me to leave you, Sir Crispin, to your bottle, your croaking, and your memories." "Aye, go your ways, sir; you'd be sorry company for a dead man - the sorriest ever my evil star led me into. The door is yonder, and should you chance to break your saintly neck on the stairs, it is like to be well for both of us." And with that Sir Crispin Galliard lay back in his chair once more, and took up the thread of his interrupted song But, heigh-o! she cried, at the Christmas-tide, That dead she would rather be-O! Pale and wan she crept out of sight, and wept 'Tis a sorry - A loud knock that echoed ominously through the mean chamber, fell in that instant upon the door. And with it came a panting cry of - "Open, Cris! Open, for the love of God!" Sir Crispin's ballad broke off short, whilst the lad paused in the act of quitting the room, and turned to look to him for direction. "Well, my master," quot