SCENE III
Where’s Dick, the butcher of Ashford?
Here, sir.
They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward thee, the Lent shall be as long again as it is; and thou shalt have a licence to kill for a hundred lacking one.
I desire no more.
And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This monument of the victory will I bear;
If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the gaols and let out the prisoners.
Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let’s march towards London.