The Tuesday before Whitsun, at Compline
The muster is coming and the bailiff will fine me for certain! I paid hard silver for a padded jack so Gilbert Smith and I could march together, and the whoreson pawned it for ale.
Nota scribaeHe waved his hands so much he knocked over my inkhorn.

A man gets thirsty, lad. Drink is a necessity, a padded jack is just vanity.