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If not mine, they are Osmond Mounchensey's." "He says right," remarked Charles. "Then learn to your confusion, villain, that Osmond Mounchensey stands before you!" cried the promoter, addressing Sir Giles. "Behold him in me!" "You Osmond Mounchensey!" exclaimed Sir Giles; eyeing him with an astonishment which was shared by Sir Francis and by the greater part of the spectators.
"Ay, prisoners," repeated Osmond Mounchensey, "my prisoners. I have a Star-Chamber warrant for your arrest. Behold it. Under this warrant his Highness has committed you, and you will be taken hence to the Fleet, where you, Giles Mompesson, shall occupy the cell you destined for my nephew! Now, your sword." "Take it," rejoined Mompesson, plucking the rapier from its sheath, "take it in your heart.
"Hereafter, I will listen to thee," rejoined Charles, motioning him to rise; "but I shall now confine myself to the case immediately before me. Proceed, Sir," he added, to Lanyere. "I have come to the saddest and darkest part of all," said the promoter. "Your Highness has seen that a deed was forged to obtain possession of the Mounchensey estates and the fraudulent design was only too successful.
A strange smile crossed the extortioner's countenance. "And do you really think I would give it up thus, Sir Francis?" he said. "But if we sign that deed 'tis his. How are you to get it back again?" "Ask me not how I have no time for explanation. Recollect what I told you of Osmond Mounchensey, and the possibility of his re-appearance."
There is a Latin maxim which his Majesty cited at the banquet last night Etiam aconito inest remedium and which may be freely rendered by our homely saying, that 'It is an ill wind that bloweth nobody good luck; and this hath proved true with Sir Jocelyn Mounchensey for the gust that hath wrecked your father hath driven him into port, where he now rides securely in the sunshine of the King's favour.
Then there are kettle-drummers and other musicians, likewise richly arrayed and well mounted, and the various pages, grooms, and officers belonging to the Prince of Wales, standing around his charger, which is caparisoned with white and gold. Distinguishable even amidst this brilliant and knightly throng is Sir Jocelyn Mounchensey.
They will be conveyed by these porters whithersoever you may direct them. And now, having discharged mine office, I must take my leave." "Stay, Sir," cried Sir Jocelyn; "I would fain send a message to my uncle." "I cannot convey it," replied Luke Hatton. "You must rest content with what I have told you. To you, and to all others, Osmond Mounchensey is as the dead."
"Take him thither at once, and I will go with you to see him safely bestowed. "Pass on, Sir," he continued, with a smile of fiendish satisfaction, as Mounchensey was led forth by the jailer. The Abduction.
Advancing slowly towards the prisoners, the officer received the warrant from Osmond Mounchensey, while the halberdiers closed round the two extortioners. "Before the prisoner, Mompesson, is removed," said Charles, "see that he delivers up to you his keys. Let an inventory be taken of all monies within the house, and let the royal seal be placed upon all boxes and caskets.
"Who calls me?" demanded Mounchensey, pressing through the throng in the direction of the outcries. "I, your humble follower, Dick Taverner," roared the apprentice; "I am in the clutches of the devil, and I pray you release me." "Ha! what is this?" cried Sir Jocelyn. "Set him free, at once, Sir Giles, I command you." "What, if I refuse?" rejoined the other.
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