Stare not at me so, thou fool; thou art big enough to eat me; read, read, read.' 'If you please, sir, what is your name ?' I asked; though why I asked him I know not, except from fear of witchcraft.
'Jeremy Stickles is my name, lad, nothing more than a poor apparitor of the worshipful Court of King's Bench.

And at this moment a starving one, and no supper for me unless thou wilt read.' Being compelled in this way, I read pretty nigh as follows; not that I give the whole of it, but only the gist and the emphasis,-- 'To our good subject, John Ridd, etc.'-- describing me ever so much better than I knew myself--'by these presents, greeting.

These are to require thee, in the name of our lord the King, to appear in person before the Right Worshipful, the Justices of His Majesty's Bench at Westminster, laying aside all thine own business, and there to deliver such evidence as is within thy cognisance, touching certain matters whereby the peace of our said lord the King, and the well-being of this realm, is, are, or otherwise may be impeached, impugned, imperilled, or otherwise detrimented.

As witness these presents.' And then there were four seals, and then a signature I could not make out, only that it began with a J, and ended with some other writing, done almost in a circle.

Underneath was added in a different handwriting 'Charges will be borne.