1    Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford?

2    Here, sir.

3    They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou
4    behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own
5    slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward thee,
6    the Lent shall be as long again as it is; and thou
7    shalt have a licence to kill for a hundred lacking
8    one.

9    I desire no more.

10   And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This
11   monument of the victory will I bear;
Putting on SIR HUMPHREY'S brigandine
12   and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels
13   till I do come to London, where we will have the
14   mayor's sword borne before us.

15   If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the
16   gaols and let out the prisoners.

17   Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march
18   towards London.