What cheer, my bully! Ye shall strike shrewd strokes.

Now, which, I marvel, of you or me, shall be first knighted, Jack?
for knighted I shall be, or die for 't.

'Sir Richard Shelton, Knight': it soundeth bravely.

But 'Sir John Matcham' soundeth not amiss." "Prithee, Dick, stop till I drink," said the other, pausing where a little clear spring welled out of the slope into a gravelled basin no bigger than a pocket.

"And O, Dick, if I might come by anything to eat!--my very heart aches with hunger." "Why, fool, did ye not eat at Kettley ?" asked Dick.
"I had made a vow--it was a sin I had been led into," stammered Matcham; "but now, if it were but dry bread, I would eat it greedily." "Sit ye, then, and eat," said Dick, "while that I scout a little forward for the road." And he took a wallet from his girdle, wherein were bread and pieces of dry bacon, and, while Matcham fell heartily to, struck farther forth among the trees.
A little beyond there was a dip in the ground, where a streamlet soaked among dead leaves; and beyond that, again, the trees were better grown and stood wider, and oak and beech began to take the place of willow and elm.