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
Falst. merland, I cry you mercy, I thought your Honour had al