bracelets

Of thirty bare yeares haue I twice twenty bin enraged, & of forty bin three tymes fifteene in durance soundlie caged, On yͤ lordlie loftes of Bedlam with stubble softe & dainty, braue braceletts Strong, sweet whips ding dong with wholesome hunger plenty

"Sergeant," said Inspector Gilder, eyeing the black hands with wrath, "aren't you putting the bracelets on this fellow; he looks pretty dangerous."