'Let the roundhead go--I care not.

I had but half a right to hold him, and he deserves his freedom.

But what a governor art thou, my lord?
Prithee, dost know the rents in thine own hose, who knowest not when thy gingerbread bulwarks gape?
Find me out this rat-hole, I say, or I will depose thee and send for thy brother John, whom the king can ill spare.' 'Have patience with me, father,' said lord Charles gently.

'I am more ashamed than thou art angry.' 'Thou know'st I did but jest, my son.

But in truth an' thou find it not I will send for lord Herbert.