"Read," he added, holding out the paper.
Now Lempriere of Rozel had a poor eye for reading.

He had wit enough to wind about the difficulty.
"If I see not the Queen's commands, I've no warrant but Sir Hugh Pawlett's words, and I'll to London and ask 'fore her Majesty's face if she wrote them, and why.

I'll tell my tale and speak my mind, I pledge you, sir." "You'll offend her Majesty.

Her commands are here." Pawlett tapped the letter with his finger.
"I'm butler to the Queen, and she will list to me.

I'll not smirk and caper like St.Ouen's; I'll bear me like a man not speaking for himself.
I'll speak as Harry her father spoke--straight to the purpose....