I
should say that I knew that there were at least three "Jack Straws"
among the fellowship of the discontented, one of whom was over in
Essex.
As we waited there, every bowman with his shaft nocked on the string,
there was a movement in the line opposite, and presently came from it
a little knot of three men, the middle one on horseback, the other two
armed with long-handled glaives; all three well muffled up in armour.
As they came nearer I could see that the horseman had a tabard over
his armour, gaily embroidered with a green tree on a gold ground, and
in his hand a trumpet.
"They are come to summon us. Wilt thou that he speak, Jack?" said
Will Green.
"Nay," said the other; "yet shall he have warning first. Shoot when
my horn blows!"
And therewith he came up to the hedge, climbed over, slowly because of
his armour, and stood some dozen yards out in the field. The man on
horseback put his trumpet to his mouth and blew a long blast, and then
took a scroll into his hand and made as if he were going to read; but
Jack Straw lifted up his voice and cried out:
"Do it not, or thou art but dead! We will have no accursed lawyers
and their sheep-skins here! Go back to those that sent thee----"
But the man broke in in a loud harsh voice:
"Ho! YE PEOPLE! what will ye gathering in arms?"
Then cried Jack Straw:
"Sir Fool, hold your peace till ye have heard me, or else we shoot at
once.
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