human
Now, what think you? cried Percy.
gpt
The Parliament is prorogued yet again.
human
Sure, they have never wind of our project?
gpt
Till when?
human
For another month--till the fifth of November.
gpt
Is there any stir thereabouts?--any search made of the house or the vault?
human
No--no semblance thereof.
gpt
Then I think they have not got wind of it. But if so--Mr Fawkes, is all the powder now in the cellar?
human
No, Mr Catesby; there are five or six barrels to come, which I meant to move thither on Monday night next.
gpt
Wait a little. You had best make sure that all is safe. Tarry for another fortnight, and move them then. Is this not your minds, gentlemen?
human
If they be, we will not save them,
gpt
We need not, coolly responded Catesby:
human
Why, we have never entered into that consideration,
gpt
Had we not best enter into it? Our plans must be ready at once, when the time comes, not all hanging betwixt the eyelids.
human
The Queen and Prince are safe to be there, said Percy.
gpt
And in any case, the Prince were best away; for if all be true that is said, or the half thereof, he were like to do us more mischief than his father. He is not of the King's humour, but more like old Bess--hath a will of his own, and was bred up strictly Protestant.
human
Bad, that! said Catesby.
gpt
Then the Prince must go.
human
observed Robert Winter.
gpt
A bright little lad.
human
Come now, Robin, no sensibility [susceptibility, sentimentality], I beg! We cannot afford to be punctual [particular] in this affair. There are bright lads by the dozen everywhere, as cheap as blackberries. Now, what of the little Duke?
gpt
He'll not be much of aught at five years old, said Winter.
human
Mr Percy, you were the most like of any of us to win him into your hands.