Nay more, I will serve you.

You must not go to Theobalds.

'Tis a mad scheme, conceived by a hot brain, and will bring destruction upon you.

If you persist in it, I must follow you thither, and prevent greater mischief." "Follow me, then, if you list," Jocelyn cried; "for go I shall.

But be assured I will liberate myself from you if I can." "Go, hot-headed boy," the man in the mask rejoined, but he then added quickly; "yet no!--I will not deliver you thus to the power of your enemies, without a further effort to save you.