Oh! Humphrey, hadst thou stayed at thy post, instead of--" "A pox on your canting tongue!" cried I.

"Tell me where my mistress is, or, by my soul, I'll shake every tooth out of your head." And I put my hand, not lightly, on his shoulder.
This brought him to reason; it generally did.

Peter Stoupe could never remember how to talk till he was reminded.
"She is here, in this house; and I am here to take care of her, by my master's orders," said he, "and there is no room for thee too." "And Master Walgrave, when was he arrested, and why ?" I asked.
"Only yesterday--pray, unhand me, good Humphrey, thy hand is irksome--a pursuivant of his Grace's, with Timothy Ryder from Stationers' Hall, and a handful of the Company at their backs, made a sudden visitation, and searched us up and down, till they lit on--you know what." "The secret press," cried I, like a fool, letting him see that I knew of it.
"Alack! Humphrey," said he, "there is nothing secret that shall not be made manifest.

Without more ado, my poor master was seized and hauled away to the White Lion.

'Woe is me,' said he, as he departed, 'an enemy hath done this, Peter--a viper whom I have nourished at my hearth.