See, it lies there.

Then the Spaniards--his comrades--would have cut me down, and I called for English help.

Sire, that is all." The king looked him up and down.
"A merchant by your dress," he said; "but a soldier by your mien.

How are you named ?" "Peter Brome, Sire." "Ah! There was a certain Sir Peter Brome who fell at Bosworth Field--not fighting for me," and he smiled.

"Did you know him perchance ?" "He was my father, Sire, and I saw him slain--aye, and slew the slayer." "Well can I believe it," answered Henry, considering him.