Chapter 31 THE RENDEZVOUS AT KILBURN

Hind. Drink deep, my brave boys, of the bastinado;

Of stramazons, tinctures, and slié passatas;

Of the carricado, and rare embrocado;

Of blades, and rapier-hilts of surest guard;

Of the Vincentio and Burgundian ward.

Have we not bravely tossed this bombast foil-button?

Win gold and wear gold, boys, 'tis we that merit it.

Prince