What do you complain of?
I am a magistrate; and I execute a warrant, addressed to me by the first authority in that state.

I am a creditor also of yours; and law arms me with powers to recover my own property from the hands of an improvident debtor." "You a magistrate!" said the Knight; "much such a magistrate as Noll was a monarch.

Your heart is up, I warrant, because you have the King's pardon; and are replaced on the bench, forsooth, to persecute the poor Papist.

There was never turmoil in the state, but knaves had their vantage by it--never pot boiled, but the scum was cast uppermost." "For God's sake, my dearest husband," said Lady Peveril, "cease this wild talk! It can but incense Master Bridgenorth, who might otherwise consider, that in common charity----" "Incense him!" said Sir Geoffrey, impatiently interrupting her; "God's-death, madam, you will drive me mad! Have you lived so long in this world, and yet expect consideration and charity from an old starved wolf like that?
And if he had it, do you think that I, or you, madam, as my wife, are subjects for his charity ?--Julian, my poor fellow, I am sorry thou hast come so unluckily, since thy petronel was not better loaded--but thy credit is lost for ever as a marksman." This angry colloquy passed so rapidly on all sides, that Julian, scarce recovered from the extremity of astonishment with which he was overwhelmed at finding himself suddenly plunged into a situation of such extremity, had no time to consider in what way he could most effectually act for the succour of his parents.

To speak to Bridgenorth fair seemed the more prudent course; but to this his pride could hardly stoop; yet he forced himself to say, with as much calmness as he could assume, "Master Bridgenorth, since you act as a magistrate, I desire to be treated according to the laws of England; and demand to know of what we are accused, and by whose authority we are arrested ?" "Here is another howlet for ye!" exclaimed the impetuous old Knight; "his mother speaks to a Puritan of charity; and thou must talk of law to a round-headed rebel, with a wannion to you! What warrant hath he, think ye, beyond the Parliament's or the devil's ?" "Who speaks of the Parliament ?" said a person entering, whom Peveril recognised as the official person whom he had before seen at the horse-dealer's, and who now bustled in with all the conscious dignity of plenary authority,--"Who talks of the Parliament ?" he exclaimed.
"I promise you, enough has been found in this house to convict twenty plotters--Here be arms, and that good store.