"He would take no insolence of language," he said, "from the best knight that ever wore spurs.

Lord Leicester had detained him on some business of import, and that was enough for Varney, who was but a servant like himself." Varney was not a little surprised at his unusual tone of insolence; but ascribing it to liquor, suffered it to pass as if unnoticed, and then began to tamper with Lambourne touching his willingness to aid in removing out of the Earl of Leicester's way an obstacle to a rise, which would put it in his power to reward his trusty followers to their utmost wish.

And upon Michael Lambourne's seeming ignorant what was meant, he plainly indicated "the litter-load, yonder," as the impediment which he desired should be removed.
"Look you, Sir Richard, and so forth," said Michael, "some are wiser than some, that is one thing, and some are worse than some, that's another.

I know my lord's mind on this matter better than thou, for he hath trusted me fully in the matter.

Here are his mandates, and his last words were, Michael Lambourne--for his lordship speaks to me as a gentleman of the sword, and useth not the words drunken villain, or such like phrase, of those who know not how to bear new dignities--Varney, says he, must pay the utmost respect to my Countess.