human
A pretty hornet's nest thou hast raised, Master Revyngton, he exclaimed, shaking his head.
gpt
Yesternight the city crier called thee at the market-cross, and on the Soke Bridge. The Bishop's Court hath claimed thee, and in default of thy appearance thou wilt be declared outlaw. Furthermore, the gates are doubly guarded, and men are even now in ambush on the road to the sanctuary at St. Cross if so be thou seekest refuge therein. By the saintly Swithun, I trow thou art the most sought-for man in Winton.
human
He hath made up his mind, Dick, exclaimed Hobbes.
gpt
Better an outlaw with a heavy conscience than a corpse with none at all.
human
Ay, let me but get once clear of the city and I'll reck not what I become.
gpt
Bravely spoken, Master Revyngton! And now, how canst thou make good thine escape? Thou canst count on us to a surety, for 'twould ill requite thy father's kindness to us in times past if we let thee fall into the hands of the Bishop's men. Where is thine arrow-wain, Dick?
human
Below, in the barn.
gpt
And laden?
human
Nay, but it soon could be. Wherefore?
gpt
Place Master Revyngton in the cart and cover him with arrows. 'Tis the day thou journeyest to Bishopstoke and Botley. He would then be well on his way to the abbey at Netley.
human
Steady, Dick, steady! Should the guard at Kingsgate search the wain my neck is as good as if fitted with a halter. Yet I'll take the risk; but see to it, young master, if the plan goeth amiss, thou'lt bear me witness that I wot not of thy presence?
gpt
Ay, good Nicholas. But if they question thee and search the cart I must make a bid for freedom, so stand in the way, and I'll warrant I'll knock thee down just to give colour to the deceit.
human
But strike not too hard, Master Revyngton, neither on the face, for I am in no mind to go home to my good wife with my nose awry or mine eyes closed up. A gentle tap, I pray thee--like this--and I'll warrant I'll fall as surely as if I were smitten with the club of the Southampton giant Ascupart.
gpt
After all's said and done, remarked the fletcher,
human
Then make a good meal, Master Revyngton, said Hobbes, setting a loaf of brown bread, some cheese, and a jack of ale,
gpt
Passably well, save the latter part.
human
Then keep close, but not on it if perchance thou art pursued, for it is to Southampton that they'll think thou art bound. Take the by-road to Botley, whence the abbey lies but a league or so away.