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"
Were
many
of
Front-de-Boeuf
's
men
taken
?
"
demanded
the
Black
Knight
"
None
of
note
enough
to
be
put
to
ransom
,
"
answered
the
Captain
;
"
a
set
of
hilding
fellows
there
were
,
whom
we
dismissed
to
find
them
a
new
master
--
enough
had
been
done
for
revenge
and
profit
;
the
bunch
of
them
were
not
worth
a
cardecu
.
The
prisoner
I
speak
of
is
better
booty
--
a
jolly
monk
riding
to
visit
his
leman
,
an
I
may
judge
by
his
horse-gear
and
wearing
apparel
.
--
Here
cometh
the
worthy
prelate
,
as
pert
as
a
pyet
.
"
And
,
between
two
yeomen
,
was
brought
before
the
silvan
throne
of
the
outlaw
Chief
,
our
old
friend
,
Prior
Aymer
of
Jorvaulx
.
--
--
Flower
of
warriors
,
How
is
'
t
with
Titus
Lartius
?
MARCIUS
.
--
As
with
a
man
busied
about
decrees
,
Condemning
some
to
death
and
some
to
exile
,
Ransoming
him
or
pitying
,
threatening
the
other
.
Coriolanus
The
captive
Abbot
's
features
and
manners
exhibited
a
whimsical
mixture
of
offended
pride
,
and
deranged
foppery
and
bodily
terror
.
"
Why
,
how
now
,
my
masters
?
"
said
he
,
with
a
voice
in
which
all
three
emotions
were
blended
.
"
What
order
is
this
among
ye
?
Be
ye
Turks
or
Christians
,
that
handle
a
churchman
?
--
Know
ye
what
it
is
,
manus
imponere
in
servos
Domini
?
Ye
have
plundered
my
mails
--
torn
my
cope
of
curious
cut
lace
,
which
might
have
served
a
cardinal
!
--
Another
in
my
place
would
have
been
at
his
excommunicabo
vos
;
but
I
am
placible
,
and
if
ye
order
forth
my
palfreys
,
release
my
brethren
,
and
restore
my
mails
,
tell
down
with
all
speed
an
hundred
crowns
to
be
expended
in
masses
at
the
high
altar
of
Jorvaulx
Abbey
,
and
make
your
vow
to
eat
no
venison
until
next
Pentecost
,
it
may
be
you
shall
hear
little
more
of
this
mad
frolic
.
"
