But go on; you would say my father was a sturdy yeoman, and I might have followed his calling ?" "You hit the mark, Master Nicholas." "Hout, man.

I crave pardon of your rank, Master Nevile.

But a yeoman is born a yeoman, and he dies a yeoman--I think it better to die Lord Mayor of London; and so I craved my mother's blessing and leave, and a part of the old hyde has been sold to pay for the first step to the red gown, which I need not say must be that of the Flat-cap.

I have already taken my degrees, and no longer wear blue.

I am headman to my master, and my master will be sheriff of London." "It is a pity," said the Nevile, shaking his head; "you were ever a tall, brave lad, and would have made a very pretty soldier." "Thank you, Master Marmaduke, but I leave cut and thrust to the gentles.
I have seen eno' of the life of a retainer.