Three-and-twenty lives and liberties are in my hands.

Ah, lad, invoices and bills of lading are not done up in that fashion.

It is not a cargo of Flemish skins that is coming for the old man.

The skins have good English hearts in them; ay, and English swords in their fists to strike out for freedom and for conscience.

I risk my life in carrying this letter to your father; and you, his son, threaten to hand me over to the justices! For shame! For shame! I blush for you!' 'I don't know what you are hinting at,' I answered.