"Who is this young man, Sir Giles ?" "He is named Jocelyn Mounchensey, my lord Marquis; and is the son of an old Norfolk knight baronet, who, you may remember, was arraigned before the Court of Star-Chamber, heavily fined, and imprisoned." "I do remember the case, and the share you and Sir Francis had in it, Sir Giles," Buckingham rejoined.
"I am right glad to hear that, my lord," said Jocelyn.

"You will not then wonder that I avow myself their mortal enemy." "We laugh to scorn these idle vapourings," said Sir Giles; "and were it permitted," he added, touching his sword, "I myself would find an easy way to silence them.

But the froward youth, whose brains seem crazed with his fancied wrongs, is not content with railing against us, but must needs lift up his voice against all constituted authority.

He hath spoken contemptuously of the Star-Chamber,--and that, my lord Marquis, as you well know, is an offence, which cannot be passed over." "I am sorry for it," Buckingham rejoined; "but if he will retract what he has said, and express compunction, with promise of amendment in future, I will exert my influence to have him held harmless." "I will never retract what I have said against that iniquitous tribunal," Jocelyn rejoined firmly.

"I will rather die a martyr, as my father did, in the cause of truth." "Your kindness is altogether thrown away upon him, my lord," Sir Giles said, with secret satisfaction.
"So I perceive," Buckingham rejoined.