There she stands to avouch it--Nay, blush not, kinswoman, there is no shame in loving a courtly knight better than a country franklin--and do not laugh neither, Rowena, for grave-clothes and a thin visage are, God knows, no matter of merriment--Nay, an thou wilt needs laugh, I will find thee a better jest--Give me thy hand, or rather lend it me, for I but ask it in the way of friendship.--Here, cousin Wilfred of Ivanhoe, in thy favour I renounce and abjure---Hey! by Saint Dunstan, our cousin Wilfred hath vanished!--Yet, unless my eyes are still dazzled with the fasting I have undergone, I saw him stand there but even now."
Add nekem a kezed... úgy értem, csak egy szorításra, barátsá­gunk megpecsételésére. Mert egyébként... ezennel ünnepélyesen lemondok róla Wilfred Ivanhoe öcsém javára!