"I would say God be with ye, but for aught I know thou art in contemplation of a bit of cards, or dice, or idleness and would sooner not play host to God's full majesty at this present hour; so instead I'll offer this from the poet Tellion: 'Eat well, sleep well, all will be well; wish thou me well, and I'll bid thee well."
Tom's eyes widen and he laughs in surprise. "Quite the dismissal, dear Bandochel! Can't say I have heard it before."
You can tell Tom is impressed as you dip your head to him. [+Fletcher]
Onward