Falst. Prodigalls, lately come from Swine‑keeping, from eating
Falst. and told me, I had vnloaded all the Gibbets, and prest the
Falst. not march through Couentry with them, that's flat. Nay,
Falst. and the Villaines march wide betwixt the Legges, as if
Falst. they had Gyues on; for indeede, I had the most of them
Falst. out of Prison. There's not a Shirt and a halfe in all my
Falst. Company: and the halfe Shirt is two Napkins tackt to
Falst. gether, and throwne ouer the shoulders like a Heralds
Falst. Coat, without sleeues: and the Shirt, to say the truth,
Falst.
stolne from my Host of
Falst. Inne‑keeper of Dauintry. But that's all one, they'le finde