"On this head we cannot agree.

Take what else thou wilt of royalty,--make treaties and contract marriages, establish peace or proclaim war; but trench not on my sweetest prerogative to give and to forgive.

And now, wilt thou tarry and sup with us?
The ladies grow impatient of a commune that detains from their eyes the stateliest knight since the Round Table was chopped into fire-wood." "No, my liege," said Warwick, whom flattery of this sort rather angered than soothed, "I have much yet to prepare.

I leave your Highness to fairer homage and more witching counsels than mine." So saying, he kissed the king's hand, and was retiring, when he remembered his kinsman, whose humble interests in the midst of more exciting topics he had hitherto forgotten, and added, "May I crave, since you are so merciful to the Lancastrians, one grace for my namesake,--a Nevile whose father repented the side he espoused, a son of Sir Guy of Arsdale ?" "Ah," said the king, smiling maliciously, "it pleaseth us much to find that it is easier to the warm heart of our cousin Warwick to preach sententiaries of sternness to his king than to enforce the same by his own practice!" "You misthink me, sire.

I ask not that Marmaduke Nevile should supplant his superiors and elders; I ask not that he should be made baron and peer; I ask only that, as a young gentleman who hath taken no part himself in the wars, and whose father repented his error, your Grace should strengthen your following by an ancient name and a faithful servant.