My Lord of Buckingham is to have a warrant for his release from the Fleet, and we shall trust to see him soon at Court as heretofore." "While your Majesty is in this gracious mood," said De Gondomar, bending lowly, "suffer me to prefer a request respecting a person of very inferior consequence to Sir Jocelyn--but one in whom I nevertheless take an interest--and who is likewise a prisoner in the Fleet." "And ye require a warrant for his liberation--ah, Count ?" "Your Majesty has said it," replied De Gondomar, again bending lowly.
"What is the nature of his offence ?" demanded the King.
"A trifling outrage upon myself," returned the Ambassador;--"a mere nothing, your Majesty." "Ah! I know whom you mean.

You refer to that rascally apprentice, Dick Taverner," cried James.

"Call ye his attack upon you a trifling outrage--a mere nothing, Count.

I call it a riot--almost a rebellion--to assault an ambassador." "Whatever it may be, I am content to overlook it," said De Gondomar; "and, in sooth, the knaves had received some provocation." "Aweel, since your Excellency is disposed to view it in that light," rejoined James--"since ye display such generosity towards your enemies, far be it from us to oppose your wishes.

The order for the 'prentice's release shall be made out at the same time as Sir Jocelyn's.