Where restitution is possible, it shall be made." "Restitution by the Crown!--a likely thing!" muttered Sir Giles.
"Moreover, ye shall pay for your misdeeds in person," pursued Charles.
"Degraded from the knighthood ye have dishonoured, and with all the ceremonies of debasement, when ye have become Giles Mompesson and Francis Mitchell, knaves, ye shall undergo precisely the same ignominious punishment, with all its dreadful details, which ye caused to be inflicted upon him you supposed to be Clement Lanyere.

This being done to you, and no part of the torture being on any plea omitted, ye shall be brought back to the Fleet Prison, and be there incarcerated for the residue of your lives." Mompesson heard this sentence apparently unmoved, though his flashing eye betrayed, in some degree, his secret emotion.

Not so his partner.
Flinging himself on his knees before the Prince, he cried in piteous tones--"I confess my manifold offences, and own that my sentence is lenient in comparison with them.

But I beseech your Highness to spare me the mutilation and branding.

All else I will patiently endure." "He merits no compassion," said Buckingham, "and yet I would intercede for him." "And your intercession shall avail to the extent which he himself hath mentioned--but no further," rejoined Charles.
"I solicit nothing--and I confess nothing," said Mompesson, in a tone of defiance.