But the next day I think we had a dole of cider, cider in bowls, in
scuppets, in helmets, and, to conclude, if a man would have filled
his boots full, there he might have had it; provant thrust itself into
poor soldiers’ pockets, whether they would or no. We made five
peals of shot into the town together of nothing but spigots and
faucets of discarded empty barrels; every underfoot soldier had a
distenanted tun, as Diogenes had his tub, to sleep in. I myself
got as many confiscated tapsters’ aprons as made me a tent
as big as any ordinary commander’s in the field.