"My master had too much consideration and tenderness for his daughter to promise her to a wretched old huncks like this, with one foot in the grave already.

Besides, I knew he held both him and Sir Giles Mompesson in utter abomination and contempt.

The thing is, therefore, not only improbable, but altogether impossible." "Hold thy peace, sirrah!" cried Sir Francis, foaming with rage, "or I will cut thy scurril tongue out of thy throat.

Huncks, indeed! As I am a true gentleman, if thou wert of my own degree, thou shouldst answer for the opprobrious expression." "What proof have you that my father entered into any such engagement with you ?" inquired Aveline, turning to Sir Francis.

"Your bare assertion will scarcely satisfy me." "Neither will it satisfy me," remarked Anthony.