Send Sir John to me to tell me of his resolves and I'll tell him something of mine.

Tell him from me, Master Godolphin, that if he will trouble to come as far as Penarrow I'll do by him what the hangman should have done long since.

I'll crop his pimpish ears for him, by this hand!" "Meanwhile," said Master Godolphin whettingly, "will you not essay your rover's prowess upon me ?" "You ?" quoth Sir Oliver, and looked him over with good-humoured contempt.

"I'm no butcher of fledgelings, my lad.

Besides, you are your sister's brother, and 'tis no aim of mine to increase the obstacles already in my path." Then his tone changed.