The Town has the best of it, clearly, though: the men outnumber the lads.

Ha, a good blow! How that tall townsman went down before yonder slim young fellow in the scarlet trencher cap." "That is the Lord Codlingsby," the landlord said.
"A light weight, but a pretty fighter," Mendoza remarked.

"Well hit with your left, Lord Codlingsby; well parried, Lord Codlingsby; claret drawn, by Jupiter!" "Ours is werry fine," the landlord said.

"Will your Highness have Chateau Margaux or Lafitte ?" "He never can be going to match himself against that bargeman!" Rafael exclaimed, as an enormous boatman--no other than Rullock--indeed, the most famous bruiser of Cambridge, and before whose fists the Gownsmen went down like ninepins--fought his way up to the spot where, with admirable spirit and resolution, Lord Codlingsby and one or two of his friends were making head against a number of the town.
The young noble faced the huge champion with the gallantry of his race, but was no match for the enemy's strength and weight and sinew, and went down at every round.

The brutal fellow had no mercy on the lad.