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And the king, leaning his hand on the earl's arm, and walking with him slowly to and fro the terrace, continued: "Knowest thou not, Warwick, that this French alliance, to which thou hast induced us, displeases sorely our good traders of London?" "Mort-Dieu!" returned Warwick, bluntly, "and what business have the flat-caps with the marriage of a king's sister?
At that sight, and observing the diabolical faces expressing either hatred or curiosity of persons whose business it was to hang others, the so-called Philippe Goulenoire sat up on his pallet and rubbed his eyes. "Mort-Dieu!" he cried, seizing his dagger, which was under the pillow. "Now is the time to play our knives." "Ho, ho!" cried Tristan, "that's the speech of a noble.
My dear lad " he began as La Mothe nodded, but Molembrais again interrupted him. "We have no time now. Where is the King?" "In his usual lodgings." "Mort-dieu! monsieur, how should I know his usual lodgings? Am I of Valmy?" "Monsieur, a little civility would do you no harm." "Monsieur, once I have seen the King I will be as civil or as uncivil as you please."
And the king, leaning his hand on the earl's arm, and walking with him slowly to and fro the terrace, continued: "Knowest thou not, Warwick, that this French alliance, to which thou hast induced us, displeases sorely our good traders of London?" "Mort-Dieu!" returned Warwick, bluntly, "and what business have the flat-caps with the marriage of a king's sister?
Moreover, Worcester, though forsooth a learned man Mort-Dieu! methinks that same learning fills the head to drain the heart! is so abhorred for his cruelties that his very landing in Ireland will bring a new rebellion to add to our already festering broils and sores. Calm thyself, I say. Where didst thou leave Isabel?" "With my mother."
You know him of old, and that he is like to be as good as his word." "Mort-Dieu! yes. But there are ale, mead, and wine in the buttery, and the steward a merry rogue, who will not haggle over a quart or two. Buvons, mon gar., for it is not every day that two old friends come together." The old soldiers and Hordle John strode off together in all good fellowship.
Moreover, Worcester, though forsooth a learned man Mort-Dieu! methinks that same learning fills the head to drain the heart! is so abhorred for his cruelties that his very landing in Ireland will bring a new rebellion to add to our already festering broils and sores. Calm thyself, I say. Where didst thou leave Isabel?" "With my mother."
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