"And so, proud Seigneur, you must needs flout e'en our Lord Chamberlain, in the name of our butler with three dove-cotes and the perquage.

In sooth thy office must not be set at naught lightly--not when it is flanked by the perquage.

By my father's doublet, but that frieze jerkin is well cut; it suits thy figure well--I would that my Lord Leicester here had such a tailor.

But this perquage--I doubt not there are those here at Court who are most ignorant of its force and moment.

My Lord Chamberlain, my Lord Leicester, Cecil here--confusion sits in their faces.