"What doth it matter"-- he began.
"Have done, fellows!" cried Pembroke with some asperity.

"Lay wagers more fit at best, and let us have no more of this thumb-biting.

Gad! the first we know, we'll be up for fighting among ourselves, and we all know how the new court doth look on that." "Come away," laughed Castleton, gaily.

"I'm for a pint of ale and an apple; and then beware! 'Tis always my fortune, when I come to this country drink, to win like a very countryman.

I need revenge upon Lady Betty and her lap-dog.