No interruption was offered to his speech, even by the King, though the latter turned pale as these terrible coming events were shadowed forth before him.
"His words are awsome," he muttered, "and gar the flesh creep on our banes.

Will nane o' ye stap his tongue ?" "Better hae stapt it afore this," said Archee; "he has said ower meikle, or not aneuch, The Deil's malison on thee, fellow, for a prophet of ill! Hast thou aught to allege why his Majesty should not tuck thee up with a halter ?" "I have spoken," responded the Puritan; "let the King do with me what he lists." "Seize him! arrest him! ye are nearest to him, Sir," shouted the king to Jocelyn.
The command could not be disobeyed.

As Jocelyn drew near, and laid his hand upon Hugh Calveley, the latter looked reproachfully at him, saying, "Thou doest well, son of my old friend." Jocelyn was unable to reply, for a crowd now pressed forward on all sides, completely surrounding the prisoner.

Some of the nobles threatened him with their swords, and the warders, who had come up from the gateway, thrust at him with their partizans.

Jocelyn had great difficulty in shielding him from the infuriated throng.
"Touch him not!" he cried, clearing a space around them with the point of his sword.