J. S. Ay, marry, Wat, this is another matter; methinks the world is changed of late,
Who would live like a beggar, and may be in this estate?
W. T. We are here four captains just, Jack Straw, Wat Tyler, Hob Carter, and Tom Miller:
Search me all England, and find four such captains, and by Gog's blood, I'll be hanged.
Nobs. So you will be nevertheless, I stand in great doubt. [Aside.
H. C. Captain Straw and Captain Tyler, I think I have brought a company of Essex men for my train,
That will never yield, but kill, or else be slain.
T. M. And for a little captain I have the advantage of you all,
For while you are fighting, I can creep into a quart pot, I am so small.
Nobs. But, masters, what answer made Sir John Morton at Rochester?
I heard say he would keep the castle still for the King's use?
J. S. So he did, till I fetch'd him out by force; and I have his wife and children pledges for his speedy return from the king, to whom he is gone with our message.
H. C. Captain Straw, how many men have we in the field?
J. S. Marry, Captain Carter, about fifty thousand men.