There were Timothy and a body of Company's men--they wanted me for defying the authority of the Master and Wardens.

There were my old friends the Court bullies--they wanted me for the trouble that had happened in Finsbury Fields.

There were a crowd of idle town-boys--they wanted their fling against a 'prentice.

Take it altogether, I seemed to be in request.
It was not much use hurling types at them from the window; there was nothing bigger than Brevier to give them, and that was too small to break any bones.

Nor had I any other weapon.