Do you, gentlemen, dispose my patron to grant me such powers as are needful to act in his name." So saying, Tressilian left the room.
"He is too hot," said the curate; "and I pray to God that He may grant him the patience to deal with Varney as is fitting." "Patience and Varney," said Mumblazen, "is worse heraldry than metal upon metal.

He is more false than a siren, more rapacious than a griffin, more poisonous than a wyvern, and more cruel than a lion rampant." "Yet I doubt much," said the curate, "whether we can with propriety ask from Sir Hugh Robsart, being in his present condition, any deed deputing his paternal right in Mistress Amy to whomsoever--" "Your reverence need not doubt that," said Will Badger, who entered as he spoke, "for I will lay my life he is another man when he wakes than he has been these thirty days past." "Ay, Will," said the curate, "hast thou then so much confidence in Doctor Diddleum's draught ?" "Not a whit," said Will, "because master ne'er tasted a drop on't, seeing it was emptied out by the housemaid.

But here's a gentleman, who came attending on Master Tressilian, has given Sir Hugh a draught that is worth twenty of yon un.

I have spoken cunningly with him, and a better farrier or one who hath a more just notion of horse and dog ailment I have never seen; and such a one would never be unjust to a Christian man." "A farrier! you saucy groom--and by whose authority, pray ?" said the curate, rising in surprise and indignation; "or who will be warrant for this new physician ?" "For authority, an it like your reverence, he had mine; and for warrant, I trust I have not been five-and-twenty years in this house without having right to warrant the giving of a draught to beast or body--I who can gie a drench, and a ball, and bleed, or blister, if need, to my very self." The counsellors of the house of Robsart thought it meet to carry this information instantly to Tressilian, who as speedily summoned before him Wayland Smith, and demanded of him (in private, however) by what authority he had ventured to administer any medicine to Sir Hugh Robsart?
"Why," replied the artist, "your worship cannot but remember that I told you I had made more progress into my master's--I mean the learned Doctor Doboobie's--mystery than he was willing to own; and indeed half of his quarrel and malice against me was that, besides that I got something too deep into his secrets, several discerning persons, and particularly a buxom young widow of Abingdon, preferred my prescriptions to his." "None of thy buffoonery, sir," said Tressilian sternly.

"If thou hast trifled with us--much more, if thou hast done aught that may prejudice Sir Hugh Robsart's health, thou shalt find thy grave at the bottom of a tin-mine." "I know too little of the great ARCANUM to convert the ore to gold," said Wayland firmly.