"Ho, ho, ho!"
"Yea, there be not one man who is not ready to join in the march."
"And if there be one unready, we know an argument or two that will bring him around."
"Here be Robert Annys and Jack the smith."
The greetings exchanged were hearty.
The men spoke cautiously among themselves, every now and then interjecting some talk of sheep into their conversation when one approached who did not give the signal.
"I tell you, from Lincolnshire to Sussex the country is like dry timber ready to ignite at a spark."
"Ay, come next Whitsunday, please God, the lords will know who are the real masters."
"The land will not groan under so many sheriffs."
"And not so many lawyers will cumber the ground."