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The key-note of merriment is struck by the Prince himself as he implores the aid of Poins to help him laugh at the excellent trick he has just played on the boastful but craven Falstaff, and the bustle and hilarity of the scene never flags for a moment.
The young Poins stretched forth his arm and groaned. 'Part is bruises and part is sickness of the waves, he muttered; 'but if I make not shift to slit his weazand ere nightfall, pox take all my advancement for ever. I will tell my weary tale. Throckmorton paused, held his head down, fingered his beard, and said: 'When left ye him at Greenwich?
I am Monsieur du Poins, an officer in the guards, on duty at the donjon of Vincennes." Mazarin, perceiving by the paleness and agitation of the messenger that he had something of importance to say, made a sign that D'Artagnan and Porthos should give place. D'Artagnan and Porthos withdrew to a corner of the cabinet. "Speak, monsieur, speak at once!" said Mazarin "What is the matter?"
'That were to write thyself, Katharine said. 'Good wench, the Lady Mary said. 'I am thy slave: but take what thou canst get. Towards six of the next day young Poins clambered in at Katharine Howard's window and stood, pale, dripping with rain and his teeth chattering, between Cicely Elliott and her old knight. 'The letter, he said. 'They have taken thy letter.
'I have money: a main of money for ye, the young Poins said to Thomas Culpepper; but the man, with his red beard and white face, swayed on his legs and had ears only for the gurgling and gulping of the water as it entered the bottle neck. The black jack swayed and jumped below the bridge like a glistening water-beast.
Up above in the archway the stonemasons who came from Lydd sang their Kentish songs as hammers clinked on chisels and the fine dust filtered through the scaffold boards. But the young Poins kept his eyes upon the dusty and winding road that threaded the dykes from Ardres, and thought only that when Thomas Culpepper came he must be stayed.
Behind her was the pleasant and authoritative voice of old Sir Nicholas Rochford talking to Margot Poins. Katharine caught the name of Cicely Elliott, the dark maid of honour who had flouted her a week ago, and had pinned up her sleeve that day in Privy Seal's house. The old man stood, grey and sturdy, his hand upon her doorpost.
'Nick Throckmorton, Poins answered, 'I will slit thy weazand! I am on a greater errand than thine. It was strong in his mind that he was bearing a letter for the King's Highness. The other three laid hands swiftly upon him, and a wet cloak flapped over his head. They had his elbows bound together behind his back before his eyes again had the river and the muddy path to look upon.
It fumbled about in the pages of a black-letter Æneid, and scratched its side voluptuously: taking its own time it looked at the pages attentively with a mournful parody of an aged sage, and set its finger upon a line that the fates directed. 'Here's a great ado about thee, Poins said, laughing at his sister. 'Thy name is up in this town of London.
'Therefore you love this Margot Poins better. He fingered her soft palm and rubbed it across his own neck. 'Nay, nay, he said. 'But I must wed with Margot Poins. 'Why with her more than with me or any other of your score and seven? she said softly. 'Since the Lady Katharine will be Queen, he answered, and once again he was close against her side. She sighed softly.
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