" M'lord, begging your pardon, Her Grace said those as didn't meet their numbers would have their hands crushed, " the anxious smith persisted. " Smashed on their own anvils, she said" .
'I'd do something in the jail that 'ud get me put in irons; and if I was tried along with you, I'd fall upon you with them in the open court, and beat your brains out afore the people.