“Nay, lad...”
“...Love, my lads! And above all, love pretty, charming girls; they are the remedy for evil, they give a sweet smell to rottenness, they exchange life for death...Love, my lads!”
“Ix-nay!" I hissed at him. "Ix-nay!" I didn't know why I resorted to Pig Latin right then. It just seemed like the thing to do.”
“Nay, it ain't got fleas, and 'tis a girl.”
“and that braw lad,...is the finest piece of man flesh in these parts.”
“Take a step or two forward, lads. It will be easier that way.”