And this is my wish and command.
JOAN BRANDON.
He is great and tall and fierce with yellow hair and cruell mouth, yet seemeth more cruell than he trulie is."
"So there you are to a hair, Martin, and here's our enterprise brought to nought if she sail on this venture!"
"Why then she mustn't sail!" says I.
"'Tis her ship, Martin, and she's a Brandon!"
"Then sail without her."
"And be taken before we're clear o' the Downs and strung up at Execution Dock for piracy."
"Why then if she goeth aboard I don't!"
"And wherefore not, Martin?"
"I'll take no service with a Brandon!"