The tumult ceased; the household retired.

The castle grew still, and most of its inhabitants fell asleep again.
'A damned hot-livered roundhead coxcomb!' said lord Worcester to himself, pacing his room.

'These pelting cockerel squires and yeomen nowadays go strutting and crowing as if all the yard were theirs! We shall see how far this heat will carry the rogue! I doubt not the boy would tell everything than see his mare whipped.

He's a fine fellow, and it were a thousand pities he turned coward and gave in.

But the affair is not mine; it is the king's majesty's.