In comes t' other lord's coach.

They've timed it together closes they have.
They were pronounced to be both the right sort of noblemen for the country.

Lord Brailstone's blue coach rattled through an eastern gate to the corner of the thirty-acre meadow, where Lord Fleetwood had drawn up, a toss from the ring.

The meeting of the blue and scarlet coaches drew forth Old England's thunders; and when the costly treasures contained in them popped out heads, the moment was delirious.

Kit Ines came after his head on a bound.