The King hath sent Sir Edwyn Sandys to the Tower.

My Lord Warwick waxeth greater every day.
The very life of the Company dependeth upon the pleasure of the King, and it may not defy him.

You are to be taken into custody within six hours of the reading of the letter, to be kept straitly until the sailing of the Santa Teresa, and to be sent home aboard of her in irons.
The lady is to go also, with all honor, and with women to attend her.
Upon reaching London, you are to be sent to the Tower, the lady to Whitehall.

The Court of High Commission will take the matter under consideration at once.

My Lord of Southampton writes that, because of the urgent entreaty of Sir George Yeardley, he will do for you all that lieth in his power, but that if you prove not yourself conformable, there will be little that any can do." "When will the marshal be here ?" I demanded.
"Directly.