human
Gi'e me a man wi' his heid on his shoulders, said his Majesty,
gpt
If it please your Highness, is there no fear that so we may give room for murmurings and evil rumours? If we search this cellar and find nothing, may not men say the Government is unduly suspicious?
human
And, under your Highness' leave, shall it not place my Lord Northumberland in jeopardy?--he being akin to Mr Percy, and his great friend.
gpt
Ay, is there twa heids weel screwit on? I jalouse, my Lord Monteagle, ye're saying ae word for my Lord Northumberland and twa for yoursel'. Be it sae: a man hath but ane life. My Lord Chamberlain, can ye no raise a bit rumour that a wheen o' the hangings are missing that suld ha'e been in the Wardrobe in Wyniard's keeping? Then gang your ways, and turn out the faggots.
human
And, if it might please your Majesty, suggested the Lord Chamberlain,
gpt
Ay, gang your ways, and send auld Knevet down, wi' a pair or twa o' younger hands to toss the faggots.
human
Might it not be well also, Sire, to extend the search to the houses adjoining the Parliament House, and so make examination of the lodging where Mr Percy lieth?
gpt
Do sae, do sae, responded the King.
human
I affy me in you: only heed this, What you do, do throughly.