`` 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 , '' said the host . `` Well , I thought none evil . He is gone . I saw him -- her -- I saw her in the stable a good hour agone ; ' a was saddling a grey horse . '' `` Now , by the rood ! '' cried Sir Daniel , `` the wench was worth five hundred pound to me and more . '' `` Sir knight , '' observed the messenger , with bitterness , `` while that ye are here , roaring for five hundred pounds , the realm of England is elsewhere being lost and won . ''
`` It is well said , '' replied Sir XXXXX .
Daniel England Host Joanna John dotard hour pounds rood wench