A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the
gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows.
I 'll not march through Coventry with them, that 's flat: nay, and
the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on;
for indeed I had the most of them out of prison. There 's but a shirt
and a half in all my company; and the half-shirt is two napkins tacked
together and thrown over the shoulders like an herald's coat without
sleeves.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV
-- Act iv, Sc. 2
