He has charged a true and loyal subject of his Majesty with being a spy.

In return we tell _him_ he is the worst of spies--a spy employed by the Pope; and we will teach him the danger of his employment." "Hands off, base varlets!" exclaimed De Gondomar, endeavouring to shake himself free from the rude grasp imposed upon him.
But, in spite of his resistance, he was dragged from the litter, while a shower of blows from the 'prentices cudgels fell upon his shoulders; and it is probable he would have experienced much severer treatment, if indeed he had escaped with life, if at this moment Sir Jocelyn Mounchensey, sword in hand and followed by Clement Lanyere, had not burst through the throng.
"Ha! as I suspected," cried De Gondomar.

"You, Mounchensey, are the author and instigator of this outrage, and are come to see that your tools do their work properly." "It is false," cried Dick Taverner.

"Your Excellency judges of others by yourself.

Sir Jocelyn would have checked us if he could." "I cannot be expected to believe such an assertion as this," cried De Gondomar incredulously.
"Let my actions speak for me," cried Mounchensey.