'Tis a fat buck; he will make a dinner for us all." "Ay," returned Lawless, "I have eaten many of these dinners beforehand; but the cooking of them is hot work, good Master Ellis.

And meanwhile what do we?
We make black arrows, we write rhymes, and we drink fair cold water, that discomfortable drink." "Y' are untrue, Will Lawless.

Ye still smell of the Grey Friars' buttery; greed is your undoing," answered Ellis.

"We took twenty pounds from Appleyard.

We took seven marks from the messenger last night.