But you have laid that on my shoulder which only blood can wash away; and were you as high as your proudest wishes ever carried you, I would have from you satisfaction for my wounded honour." On these terms they parted, but the adventures of the night were not yet ended with Leicester.

He was compelled to pass by Saintlowe's Tower, in order to gain the private passage which led to his own chamber; and in the entrance thereof he met Lord Hunsdon half clothed, and with a naked sword under his arm.
"Are you awakened, too, with this 'larum, my Lord of Leicester ?" said the old soldier.

"'Tis well.

By gog's nails, the nights are as noisy as the day in this Castle of yours.

Some two hours since I was waked by the screams of that poor brain-sick Lady Varney, whom her husband was forcing away.