His beaver was up, and the sinister countenance was not unknown to the apprentice.
"Saints defend us!" he ejaculated.

"Is it possible that can be Sir Giles Mompesson?
What doth he here amidst this noble company?
The villainous extortioner cannot surely be permitted to enter the lists." "Hold your peace, friend, if you are wise," muttered a deep voice behind him.
"No, I will not be silent," rejoined the apprentice, without looking round at his cautioner, but keeping his eye fixed upon Sir Giles.

"I will tell the felon knight my mind.

I am not afraid of him.

Harkye, my masters," he called, in a loud voice, to those around him.