`` Freely , my lord , '' said Dick , `` freely and loudly . One hath escaped to whom I owe some grudges , and taken with him one whom I owe love and service . Give me , then , fifty lances , that I may pursue ; and for any obligation that your graciousness is pleased to allow , it shall be clean discharged . '' `` How call ye him ? '' inquired the duke . `` Sir Daniel Brackley , '' answered Richard . `` Out upon him , double-face ! '' cried Gloucester . `` Here is no reward , Sir Richard ; here is fresh service offered , and , if that ye bring his head to me , a fresh debt upon my conscience . Catesby , get him these lances ; and you , sir , bethink ye , in the meanwhile , what pleasure , honour , or profit it shall be mine to give you . '' Just then the Yorkist skirmishers carried one of the shoreside taverns , swarming in upon it on three sides , and driving out or taking its defenders . Crookback Dick was pleased to cheer the exploit , and pushing his horse a little nearer , called to see the prisoners . There were four or five of them -- two men of my Lord Shoreby 's and one of Lord Risingham 's among the number , and last , but in Dick 's eyes not least , a tall , shambling , grizzled old shipman , between drunk and sober , and with a dog whimpering and jumping at his heels . The young duke passed them for a moment under a severe review . `` Good , '' he said . `` Hang them . '' And he turned the other way to watch the progress of the fight . `` My lord , '' said Dick , `` so please you , I have found my reward . Grant me the life and liberty of yon old shipman . '' Gloucester turned and looked the speaker in the face .
`` Sir XXXXX , '' he said , `` I make not war with peacock 's feathers , but steel shafts .
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