Had I known this, certes my gipsire had still been five nobles the richer.
It becomes not one fresh from the favour of King Edward IV.

to show countenance to the son of a man, kinsman though he was, who bore arms for the usurpers of Lancaster.

I pray thee, sir, to doff, henceforth, a badge dedicated only to the service of Royal York.

No more, young man; we may not listen to the son of Sir Guy Nevile .-- Sirs, shall we ride to see how the Londoners thrive at quarter-staff ?" With that, Montagu, deigning no further regard at Nevile, wheeled his, palfrey towards a distant part of the ground, to which the multitude was already pressing its turbulent and noisy way.
"Thou art hard on thy namesake, fair my lord," said a young noble, in whose dark-auburn hair, aquiline, haughty features, spare but powerful frame, and inexpressible air of authority and command, were found all the attributes of the purest and eldest Norman race,--the Patricians of the World.
"Dear Raoul de Fulke," returned Montagu, coldly, "when thou hast reached my age of thirty and four, thou wilt learn that no man's fortune casts so broad a shadow as to shelter from the storm the victims of a fallen cause." "Not so would say thy bold brother," answered Raoul de Fulke, with a slight curl of his proud lip.

"And I hold, with him, that no king is so sacred that we should render to his resentments our own kith and kin.
God's wot, whosoever wears the badge and springs from the stem of Raoul de Fulke shall never find me question over much whether his father fought for York or Lancaster." "Hush, rash babbler!" said Montagu, laughing gently; "what would King Edward say if this speech reached his ears?
Our friend," added the courtier, turning to the rest, "in vain would bar the tide of change; and in this our New England, begirt with new men and new fashions, affect the feudal baronage of the worn-out Norman.