"The Earl of Rochester is not here." "We will not take your word for it," rejoined the smith.

"This will show you we are not to be trifled with." So saying, he raised his hammer, and struck such a tremendous blow against the door, that the bolts started in their sockets.
"Hold! hold!" cried the verger; "sooner than violence shall be committed, I will risk your admission." And he unfastened the door.
"Keep together," shouted the smith, stretching out his arms to oppose the progress of the crowd.

"Keep together, I say." "Ay, ay, keep together," added Lamplugh, seconding his efforts.
"Conduct us to the Earl of Rochester, and no harm shall befall you," cried Leonard, seizing the verger by the collar.
"I tell you I know nothing about him," replied the man.

"He is not here." "It is false! you are bribed to silence," rejoined the apprentice.

"We will search till we find him." "Search where you please," rejoined the verger; "and if you _do_ find him, do what you please with me." "Don't be afraid of that, friend," replied the smith; "we will hang you and the earl to the same pillar." By this time, the crowd had pushed aside the opposition offered by the smith and Lamplugh.