"Am I to be preached to by a child ?" he cried, staring across at Alleyne with an inflamed and angry countenance.

"Is a hairless infant to raise his tongue against me, when I have sung in every fair from Tweed to Trent, and have twice been named aloud by the High Court of the Minstrels at Beverley?
I shall sing no more to-night." "Nay, but you will so," said one of the laborers.

"Hi, Dame Eliza, bring a stoup of your best to Will to clear his throat.

Go forward with thy song, and if our girl-faced clerk does not love it he can take to the road and go whence he came." "Nay, but not too last," broke in Hordle John.

"There are two words in this matter.