'This man's name is Saint-Pol.' Richard grew bleak in a moment.

'That,' he said, 'is why I shall kill him.

He seeks to drive us to marriage.

Injurious beast! His name is Pandarus.' Then he left the Dauphin and shut himself up until the day of battle.
They had formed lists in the Loire meads: a red pavilion with leopards upon it for the Count of Poictou, a blue pavilion streaked with basilisks in silver for the Count of Saint-Pol.

The crowd was very great, for the city was full of people; in the tribune the King of England's throne was left empty save for a drawn sword; but one sat beside it as arbiter for the day of life and death, and that was Prince John, Richard's brother, by Richard summoned from Paris, and most unwillingly there.