I have a Star-Chamber warrant for your arrest.

Behold it.

Under this warrant his Highness has committed you, and you will be taken hence to the Fleet, where you, Giles Mompesson, shall occupy the cell you destined for my nephew! Now, your sword." "Take it," rejoined Mompesson, plucking the rapier from its sheath, "take it in your heart.

You, at least, shall not live to enjoy your triumph." But Osmond was too quick for him, and seizing his arm, ere he could deal the meditated blow, with almost superhuman force, he wrested the sword from him, and broke it beneath his feet.
At the same time, other personages appeared on the scene.

These were the Serjeant-at-arms and a party of halberdiers.