"Nay," he insisted.

"You must not presume upon that.

We are not yet fit to fight.

It is His Grace's business at present to drill and discipline his troops and induce more friends to join him." "Already we are turning men away because we have no weapons to put into their hands," Wilding reminded them, and a murmur of approval ran round, which but served to anger Grey the more, to render more obstinate his opposition.
"But all that come in are not unprovided," was his lordship's retort.
"There are the Hampshire gentry and their friends.

They will come armed, and so will others if we have patience.
"Aye," said Wilding, "and if you have patience enough there will be troops the Parliament will send against us.