human
So, my lord chamberlain, said the dame, sarcastically,
gpt
A charge the chamberlain cannot refuse, and which William Hastings does not covet.
human
A king had never asked Montagu and Warwick to consider amongst their duties any charge they had deemed dishonouring.
gpt
Dishonouring, Lady Bonville! exclaimed Hastings, with a bent brow and a flushed cheek,--
human
I crave your pardon, answered Katherine, bitterly.
gpt
Mine articles of faith in men's honour are obsolete or heretical. I had deemed it dishonouring in a noble nature to countenance insult to a noble enemy in his absence. I had deemed it dishonouring in a brave soldier, a well-born gentleman (now from his valiantness, merit, and wisdom become a puissant and dreaded lord), to sink into that lackeydom and varletaille which falsehood and cringing have stablished in these walls, and baptized under the name of 'courtiers.' Better had Katherine de Bonville esteemed Lord Hastings had he rather fallen under a king's displeasure than debased his better self to a Woodville's dastard schemings.
human
Lady, you are cruel and unjust, like all your haughty race; and idle were reply to one who, of all persons, should have judged me better. For the rest, if this mummery humbles Lord Warwick, gramercy! there is nothing in my memory that should make my share in it a gall to my conscience; nor do I owe the Neviles so large a gratitude, that rather than fret the pile of their pride, I should throw down the scaffolding on which my fearless step hath clomb to as fair a height, and one perhaps that may overlook as long a posterity, as the best baron that ever quartered the Raven Eagle and the Dun Bull. But, resumed Hastings, with a withering sarcasm,
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--and Hastings turned to the crowd behind,--
human
You are too good, sirs,--too good: I must not presume so overmuch on my seignorie. The king would keep me,--he would indeed, sirs; um--um--why, Katherine--dame--thy stiff gorget makes me ashamed of thee. Thou wouldst not think, Lord Hastings, that Katherine had a white skin,--a parlous white skin. La, you now, fie on these mufflers! The courtiers sneered; Hastings, with a look of malignant and pitiless triumph, eyed the Lady of Bonville. For a moment the colour went and came across her transparent cheek; but the confusion passed, and returning the insulting gaze of her ancient lover with an eye of unspeakable majesty, she placed her arm upon her lord's, and saying calmly,
gpt
An English matron cares but to be fair in her husband's eyes,