"This is but scurvy conduct.

Keep your hands off, or it will be the worse for you." "Keep your tongue still, or it will be the worse for you," shouted the most drunken of the archers.

"Who are you to spoil sport ?" "A raw squire, new landed," said another.

"By St.Thomas of Kent! we are at the beck of our master, but we are not to be ordered by every babe whose mother hath sent him as far as Aquitaine." "Oh, gentlemen," cried the girl in broken French, "for dear Christ's sake stand by us, and do not let these terrible men do us an injury." "Have no fears, lady," Alleyne answered.

"We shall see that all is well with you.