He was riddled with broad arrows and leaden balls or ever they could take him: a worthy man as ever cried, 'Stand and deliver!' but a little hasty, not much: stay! I forgot; he is dead.

Very hasty, and obstinate as a pig.

That one in the--buff jerkin is the lieutenant, as good a soul as ever lived: he was hanged alive.

This one here, I never could abide; no (not that one; that is Conrad, my bosom friend); I mean this one right overhead in the chicken-toed shoon; you were always carrying tales, ye thief, and making mischief; you know you were; and, sirs, I am a man that would rather live united in a coppice than in a forest with backbiters and tale-bearers: strangers, I drink to you." And so he went down the whole string, indicating with the neck of the bottle, like a showman with his pole, and giving a neat description of each, which though pithy was invariably false; for the showman had no real eye for character, and had misunderstood every one of these people.
"Enough palaver!" cried Denys.

"Marchons! Give me his axe: now tell him he must help you along." The man's countenance fell, but he saw in Denys's eye that resistance would be dangerous; he submitted.