“«There is my hand upon it,» said Locksley; «and I will call it the hand of a true Englishman, though an outlaw for the present.»
«And there is mine in return,» said the Knight, «and I hold it honoured by being clasped with yours. For he that does good, having the unlimited power to do evil, deserves praise not only for the good which he performs, but for the evil which he forbears.
Fare thee well, gallant Outlaw!» Thus parted that fair fellowship; and He of the Fetterlock, mounting upon his strong war-horse, rode off through the forest.
CHAPTER XXXIV KING JOHN.—I'll tell thee what, my friend, He is a very serpent in my way; And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, He lies before me.—Dost thou understand me?”