Give unto me a good English longbow over an Harquebus any day. The smell of saltpeter, charcoal and sulpher are far too evocative of the odors of Hellfire for my comfort.
My good sir, while a good stout English bow is a good way to idle away a lazy Sunday, on the field of battle it is so very 1530. As our most good and noble Dread Sovereign has shown the way forward into this future age where the might of good stout English Canon and Harqubus's will win the day!
Indeed, Paddy, I would ne'er be one to gainsay His Majesty, or deny the effectiveness of the Harquebus, but God's Teeth it is a very un-English weapon. And messy, too...all those gunpowder stains on one's doublet. Very distressing.
Ah, well...one cannot fight the inexorable march of Progress, I suppose.
'tis a most unpleasant stink, bella signorina. Quite unlike that delicious perfume you wore at our last...encounter. It lingers still in my memory - along with other things that t'would be ungentlemanly of me to mention...
Ah, Latimer. That strikes at the heart of the difference between you and I. You and your crew revel in filth and call it manly. The Royal Gurad and I, given the choice, prefer a more civilized style of living, one that foregoes stink if given the option.
On the other hand, I do see the advantage that your particular odor offers in battle. I suppose it helps render one's opponent stupified e'en before combat is enjoined...
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Ah, well...one cannot fight the inexorable march of Progress, I suppose.
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On the other hand, I do see the advantage that your particular odor offers in battle. I suppose it helps render one's opponent stupified e'en before combat is enjoined...
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