But first--I say--he must hearken to a parable; a manner mystery, miracle play, I have got in my head, like what they have at Easter, to the town-hall.

Now then, hearken, madam, and I and Frank will act." And up rose Amyas, and shoved back his chair, and put on a solemn face.
Mrs.Leigh looked up, trembling; and Frank, he scarce knew why, rose.
"No; you pitch again.

You are King David, and sit still upon your throne.

David was a great singer, you know, and a player on the viols; and ruddy, too, and of a fair countenance; so that will fit.

Now, then, mother, don't look so frightened.