human
Pray you, Sir, said Martha with a bob of deprecation mingled with deference,
gpt
Who is it?
human
Well, Sir, to tell truth, 'tis Mr Catesby; but I pray you, let not my Lady Anne know of his being here.
gpt
Good even! Well, what news?
human
The worst could be. Mr Fawkes is taken, and the whole plot discovered.
gpt
Ay, you have heard it, then? Here are come but now my cousins Wright, with Mr Percy and Mr Rookwood, bringing the same news. What now do we?
human
What say you?
gpt
Well, it seems to me best that each should submit himself.
human
We've not yet come to that. Bid them every one follow me to Dunchurch without loss of time. Only--mind you let not my mother know of my being here.
gpt
To Dunchurch--what, afore supper? We were but just come into the dining-chamber, and I smell somewhat uncommon good.
human
You may tarry for jugged hare, said Catesby contemptuously.
gpt
I shall ride quickly to Dunchurch, and there consult.
human
Well--if you must, have with you.
gpt
Bring some pies in your pocket, Robin, and then you'll not fall to cannibalism on the way, called Catesby after him.
human
And--hark! ask if any wist the road to Dunchurch, for I know it not.