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"I need no help, good mother," said Margery, as she sprang lightly from her seat, while Richard hurried into the house to find Sir Geoffrey. "Sir Geoffrey would send Richard Pynson to Marston," said Dame Lovell, as she preceded Margery into the hall. "And how liked you Master Sastre, Madge?" "Very greatly, good mother; never heard I before a homily so brave."
That evening, Dame Lovell and Friar Andrew sat down by the fire to listen to that last letter. Her widow's dress, somewhat resembling that of a nun, but pure white, left only her eyes, nose, and mouth visible. Richard Pynson, in a rather more ambitious costume than the page's suit wherein we made his acquaintance, seated himself in the opposite corner.
Napier, but which had already been printed by Pynson in 1500, and subsequently by his successor, John Byddell.
As Richard entered the hall, Margery softly murmured his name. "What, Mistress Margery!" he cried, in astonishment. "You here! You have watched well for the book, and there it is." And Richard drew from the bag slung over his shoulder a small quarto volume. "Oh, thanks, good Master Pynson, a thousand thanks!" cried Margery, in delight. "And how long season may I keep the book?"
The guests arrived on horseback about half-past twelve, and Richard Pynson ushered them into the hall, and ran into the kitchen to inform Dame Lovell and Margery, adding that "he pitied Lord Marnell's horse," a remark the signification of which became apparent when the ladies presented themselves in the banqueting-hall. Sir Geoffrey was already there, conversing with his guests.
Master Pynson!" she said, "is it you! My Lady will be right fain to see you but you come at an evil hour." "How so?" asked Richard, quickly. "My Lady is watching this livelong night by the cradle of the young master, who is sore sick we fear nigh unto death. Her voice hushed as you came, wherefore I count that the boy sleepeth." "What aileth the poor child?" inquired Richard.
Richard Pynson, long before this, had mooted the question of his return to his father, but Dame Lovell would not hear of it. He reminded her smilingly that she needed no squire; but she came and put both her hands on his shoulders, and made him look her in the face. "Thou sayest sooth, Richard, that I need no squire, but I trow I need a son.
"Master Pynson, we have heard strange things to-day." "We have, of a truth, Mistress Margery. I wonder whether Master Sastre be right." "I wish greatly," replied Margery, "that I could get the book wherein I have heard that Master Wycliffe rendered God's Word into the vulgar tongue. I could see then whether Master Sastre were right. I would I knew of any man who had that book!"
Margery quietly performed her task, and spoke to the mortified Al'ce in a much gentler tone than Dame Lovell had done. She was occupied in the preparation of "eels in grewall," a kind of eel-stew, when a slender youth, a little older than herself, and attired in the usual costume of a page, entered the kitchen. "Why, Richard Pynson," cried Dame Lovell, "thou art a speedy messenger, in good sooth.
It is unnecessary in this lecture to recount even the names of the Latin-English and English-Latin dictionaries of the sixteenth century. Of printed English-Latin works, after the Promptorium, one of the earliest was the Vulgaria of William Herman, Headmaster and Provost of Eton, printed by Pynson in 1519.
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