[♦] This found I on my tent this morning. [He sheweth him a paper.
[♦] K. Rich. [Reads] ‘Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold,
305 For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.’
[♦] A thing devised by the enemy.
[♦] Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge:
[♦] Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls:
[♦] Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
310 Devised at first to keep the strong in awe:
[♦] Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
[♦] March on, join bravely, let us to’t pell-mell;