so, my bride here is my hand, where is your paw? try and understand my plan, Ursula my heart is a furnace full of love that is just, and earnest now you know that we must unlearn this allegiance to a life of service and no longer answer to that heartless hay-monger, nor be his accomplice —

(that charlatan, with artless hustling!) but, Ursula, we’ve got to eat something and earn our keep, while still within the borders of the land that man has girded (all double-bolted and tightfisted!) until we reach the open country a-steeped in milk and honey