They say the king's favourite, young Valentine, hath gained great honour in these wars.
Hugo.
That he hath:—and humble though I seem, I have helped him to no small part of it.
All.
You!
Hugo.
To be sure—I made the very sword with which he slew the Saracens; and I defy any man to be killed with a better tempered weapon. Oh! I'll be bound he laid about him.—He had 'em here, and he had 'em there. (Flourishing his stick to the annoyance of the mob.)
Second Citizen.
But, friend Hugo, why shou'd the king lavish so much favour on a foundling?
Old Woman.