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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.
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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.
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