armaduke Nevile ready to receive him, but a more august expectant, in George Duke of Clarence. Scarcely had the ear

old looks and sour words. Thou knowest, also, with what vain pretexts Edward has put me of; and now, this very day, he tells me that he hath changed his humour,-that I am not stern enough for the Irish kernes; that he loves me too well to banis

tered into obeisance by ceremony and show. The government was pledged to thee-Edward can scarcely be serious. Moreover, Worcester, though forsooth a learned man-Mort-Dieu! methinks that same learning fills the head

my m

chills not her young

nst Edward's will; and, to do him justice, he ha

moment; I have to prepare work eno' for a sleepless night. This Lincolnshire rebellion promises much trouble. Lord Willoughby has joined it; more than twenty thousand men are in arms. I have already sent to convene the knights and barons on whom the king can bes

rvitors, and led the way to his own more private apartment. On the landing of

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y which the squire had mounted gua

the stains of fresh travel and hard riding,

revolt, so ripening towards a mighty gathering, and so formidable from the adherents whom the gold and intrigues of King Louis have persuaded to risk land and life for the Red Rose, that all the king's friends can do to save his throne is now needed. In this revolt thou hast been the schemi

xplodes, the match has become useless; when the fl

thou in this rebellion

rents made in the feudal order by civil

martyr for the multitud

ne

king who dishonou

me on the cross of this dagger that thou wilt lay aside all scheme and plot for this rebellion, all aid and share in civil broil and dissension, and thy life and liberty are restored to thee. In that intent, I have summoned my own kinsman, Marmaduke Nevile. He wait

in peace; strife and broil are grown to me food and drink. Oh, my lord! thou knowest not what dark and baleful memories made me an agent in God's hand against this ruthless Ed

ly homely and domestic, was even more shocke

ore of my heart I pity thee. But thou, the scathed suff

moralize to him whom the spectre of a murdered child and the shriek of a maniac wife haunt and ho

witness," said the earl, abrupt

alace, and see, if thou canst, the king before he sleeps; say that this rising in Lincolnshire is more than a riot,-it is the first burst of a revolution! that I hold council here to-night, and every shire, ere the morrow, shall have its appointed captain. I will see the king at morning. Yet stay-gain sight of my child Anne; she will l