`` Courtesy costs naught , '' whispers Sebastian . `` Shall I drop my dagger on his head ? '' ' `` They go over to Rye o ' Thursday in the wool-wains , hid under the wool-packs . Dirk Brenzett meets them at Udimore , as before , '' says John . ' `` Lord ! What a worn , handsmooth trade it is ! '' says Sebastian . `` I lay we are the sole two babes in the village that have not our lawful share in the venture . '' ` There was a full score folk below , talking like all Robertsbridge Market . We counted them by voice . ` Master John Collins pipes : `` The guns for the French carrack must lie here next month . Will , when does your young fool '' -LRB- me , so please you ! -RRB- `` come back from Lunnon ? '' ' `` No odds , '' I heard Ticehurst Will answer . `` Lay 'em just where you 've a mind , Mus ' Collins . We 're all too afraid o ' the Devil to mell with the tower now . '' And the long knave laughed . ' `` Ah ! 't is easy enow for you to raise the Devil , Will , '' says another -- Ralph Hobden of the Forge . ' `` Aaa-men ! ''
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