Not a louse in his doublet was let pass but was asked Queuela
and charged to stand in the King’s name; the moulds of his buttons
they turned out to see if they were not bullets covered over with
thread; the codpiece in his devil’s breeches (for they were then in
fashion), they said plainly was a case for a pistol; if he had had ever
a hobnail in his shoes it had hanged him, and he should never have
known who had harmed him, but as luck was, he had no mite of any
metal about him, he took part with none of the four ages, neither the
golden age, the silver age, the brazen, nor the iron age; only his purse
was aged in emptiness, and I think verily a Puritan, for it kept itself
from any pollution of crosses.