I fancy his bearing was as much as to say, 'I will not see what you might wish me blind to'; and he is right to do so, as he might easily purchase himself a broken pate by meddling with my matters, and so he will be silent for his own sake.

But whom have we next?
By St.Dunstan, the chattering, bragging, cowardly knave, Oliver Proudfute!" It was, indeed, the bold bonnet maker whom they next encountered, who, with his cap on one side, and trolling the ditty of-- "Thou art over long at the pot, Tom, Tom," -- gave plain intimation that he had made no dry meal.
"Ha! my jolly smith," he said, "have I caught thee in the manner?
What, can the true steel bend?
Can Vulcan, as the minstrel says, pay Venus back in her own coin?
Faith, thou wilt be a gay Valentine before the year's out, that begins with the holiday so jollily." "Hark ye, Oliver," said the displeased smith, "shut your eyes and pass on, crony.

And hark ye again, stir not your tongue about what concerns you not, as you value having an entire tooth in your head." "I betray counsel?
I bear tales, and that against my brother martialist?
I would not tell it even to my timber soldan! Why, I can be a wild galliard in a corner as well as thou, man.

And now I think on't, I will go with thee somewhere, and we will have a rouse together, and thy Dalilah shall give us a song.

Ha! said I not well ?" "Excellently," said Henry, longing the whole time to knock his brother martialist down, but wisely taking a more peaceful way to rid himself of the incumbrance of his presence--"excellently well! I may want thy help, too, for here are five or six of the Douglasses before us: they will not fail to try to take the wench from a poor burgher like myself, so I will be glad of the assistance of a tearer such as thou art." "I thank ye--I thank ye," answered the bonnet maker; "but were I not better run and cause ring the common bell, and get my great sword ?" "Ay, ay, run home as fast as you can, and say nothing of what you have seen." "Who, I?
Nay, fear me not.