Aud2 The Highway man

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.

The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor.

And the highwaymen came riding, riding, riding.

Stop the carriage! Stop the carriage! All right, coachman, down from the box.

yeah now what's all this sorry to put you out there but I have your press if you don't mind I'd be hanged if you will you are sure they will be if I don't

what is it sir guy

stay in the carriage this

oh good evening mr. highwayman how goes the night profitably

you're a spirited girl aren't you

I'm not afraid of you if that's what you mean you see I'm of a poor family there's nothing you'd steal from me aren't you being rather foolhardy dismounting a highwayman is always safer in his saddle

let's get in the carriage don't stand here bandying words with this fellow Your father will be worried to death, wondering why the coach is late.

Here, my high woman,

take my purse and let us go.

Heavy purse, too.

It's enough to buy your freedom.

And mine? Buy yours.

I'll take a kiss, if you'll give it to me.

She'll see you hanged first.

You're a high woman.

Aren't you accustomed to taking what you want?

I have that reputation.

But I'd like to be something a little more than a high woman to you.

Or perhaps a little less.

How strange.