The figure gets closer and it appears to be a wealthy looking French gent.
He sees you and slows his horse and then stops in front of you
‘Stand and Deliver!’ you shout.
‘Que?’ he says as you remember he is abut a Frenchman and does not know gods clean language.
‘Grrrr! Arggggggh!’ you say in the tongue of universal banditry.
He squeals like a girl and throws down his purse
Do you :-
Now get off the horse you prurient pus bag!