King Edward

’Tis like the game they play’d at Stanhope Park, When I was rescued by my gallant chaplain; Those priests fight well; remember the brave Chapter Of Mitton, led on by th’ Archbishop of York Against the mob, who perish’d, every soul, And saved the queen! these, these were noble men, To teach my warriors valour!

D’ARCY (aside.)

I, by Saint Patrick, that was well-fed mutton For the poor hungry Scots.