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"According to the King's command, so shall it be. Will't please your majesty to order that the Seal be now restored to me, so that I may forth upon the business?" "The Seal? Who keepeth the Seal but thou?" "Please your majesty, you did take it from me two days since, saying it should no more do its office till your own royal hand should use it upon the Duke of Norfolk's warrant."
"Eh, preserve's! sic a nicht, Peter Whaup!" said Peter's wife to Peter as he sat by the fire with his cutty in his teeth. "It'll be an awfu' spate." "Ay will't," rejoined Peter. "There's mair water nor whusky already. Jist rax doon the bottle, gudewife. It tak's a hantle to quawlifee sic weet's this. Tak' a drappy yersel', 'oman, to haud it oot." "Ye hae had plenty, Peter. I dinna want nane.
Now 'tis well knowen to the whole world they feed better and eate more then we: ergo, we have better stomackes then they. Will't please you enter, or shall I enter before you? I am your man, madam. Ele. You know the way best: whilst abroad they are At fight, twixt hope and feare at home I warre. Actus Secundus.
Ef the jury foind him innocent, of course thou will't hold thy tongue; ef they foind him guilty, then thou'lt get up in the court, and thou'lt say to the joodge, civil loike: "Moi lord, the gentlemen of the jury have made a mistake; oi am the chap as killed Foxey and oi ha' got a young man here as a witness as moi words is true." "Perhaps that will be the best way, Bill," Luke said thoughtfully.
"Something o' that kind," said the post carelessly. "I'm no' weel acquaint wi' the law-wers' lingo." "Will't be true, think ye?" said Sandy. "God, it's true," said the post. "I had it frae Jock Hutchison, the clerk in Skeighan Goudie's. He got fou yestreen on the road to Barbie and blabbed it he'll lose his job, yon chap, if he doesna keep his mouth shut. True! ay, it's true!
"Master," quoth he, yet upon his knees and viewing Beltane somewhat askance, "here is the best I can do for such as yon Gurth; will't suffice, think ye?" "Aye, 'twill serve, Roger. But, for the other matter " "Why see you, master, a man may freely speak his dear desires within his prayers more especially when his prayers are potent, as mine.
"Nay, for I deem the same objection doth apply to his dwelling. I would suggest we gather at the house of Sir Everard Digby. Will't suit thee, father?" "I think thy caution most commendable, and thy proposition the best. And when shall the meeting be?" "Say a week hence," replied Winter. "In the meantime I will see Sir Everard, and make the necessary arrangements. But what of thee till then?"
For answer, recall to what extent Shakespeare's dramas are "talked over" in class, both in high schools and colleges. But as a type somewhat extreme, perhaps take Browning's That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf's hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will't please you sit and look at her?
Pomeroy, therefore, took my lord by the arms and partly shoved and partly supported him to his room. There was a second bed in the chamber. 'You had better tumble in there, Parson, said Mr. Pomeroy. 'What say you? Will't do? 'Finely, Tommy answered.
"Good; here is an image: 'tis my patron saint." "Heaven forbid! That were profanation." "Pshaw! 'twill rub off, will't not?" "Ay, but it goes against me to take such liberty with a saint," objected the sorcerer. "Fiddlestick!" said the divine. "To be sure by putting it on his holiness will show your reverence it is no Satanic art." "Mayhap 'twas for that I did propose it." said the cure subtly.
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