Aye, lad, and the plain things are always the hardest things to do.
I tell you, lad, that I am all undone, like a fretted bow-string.
Yet, it was capable of meaning much concerning the nature of the lad.
But a sudden unaccustomed gust of affection swirled in the breast of the lad.
Wit, lad, is a catching thing, like the itch or the sweating sickness.
Hark ye, lad Alleyne, ...