human
Mark ye, quoth Sir John Hacket to his squire,
gpt
My name, fair sir, is Alexandre Gourdain, and I am clerk in the household of King Philip.
human
Forbear to trouble me with thy name and calling, replied the Prince curtly,
gpt
Message, fair sir? Nay, I bear no message, but have come to tell thee that, though counselled to tarry till to-morrow, my master has decided to begin the fight----
human
One moment! Thou bring'st this news on thy own behalf?
gpt
Yea, fair sir.
human
And seekest a guerdon?
gpt
Yea, fair sir; I do but ask----
human
Enough, thou recreant! Think'st thou that I would list to a double-faced rogue to learn the movements of a gallant foe? Hence with ye! Ho, archers! Strip this coward's coat from off his back, and give him a score lusty stripes with your bow-cords. Then turn him loose, and if he go not back to his master, feather him with shafts. Get thee gone, knave.
gpt
Is it not as I said? remarked the Constable of Portchester in an undertone.
human
See, the archers take a delight in their task.