"If I had two or three of them, it's mighty little they would talk of execution, after I and me stick had had a few minutes' converse with them.
"As to the getting you out, I assure you, your honour, there is little I have done, except to carry out your orders.

When I first saw the prison, and the little white flag flying from the window, I said to myself that, barring wings, there was no way of getting to you; and it was only when I got your first letter that I saw it might be managed.

Faith, that letter bothered me, entirely.

I took it to the woman downstairs, and asked her to read it for me, saying that I had picked it up in the street, and wondered what it was about.

She was no great scholar, but she made out that it was writ in a foreign language, and seemed to her to be a bit of an old bill.