"Know you to whom you speak--whom ye thus rough handle?
Have a care; the Prince of Wales is not thus to be treated." "Pardon, sweet prince," cried the leader, with ironical courtesy, his grasp not relaxing one whit from the boy's arm.

"Time leaves us scant opportunity for the smooth speech of the court.

We must use all despatch in conveying your worshipful presence hence, to the safe custody of England's friends.
"Nay, struggle not, boy.

We would not harm you.

You are safe with us--" "I know you not.