Trenchard had come from the Duke's presence entirely out of conceit with Monmouth and his cause, contemptuous of Ferguson, angry with Grey, and indifferent towards Fletcher.
"I am committed, and I'll not draw back," said he; "but I tell you, Anthony, my heart is not confederate with my hand in this.

Bah!" he railed.

"We serve a man of straw, a Perkin, a very pope of a fellow." Mr.Wilding sighed.

"He's scarce the man for such an undertaking," said he.

"I fear we have been misled." Trenchard was drawing off his boots.