human
I will undertake that,
gpt
Do we concur, then, to elect him King?
human
Hold, good gentlemen! by your leave, we go something too fast, said Fawkes.
gpt
How if Mr Percy be unable--as may be--to win Duke Charles into his hands?
human
Why, then comes the Lady Elizabeth,
gpt
What say you to the only English-born of the royal issue--the Lady Mary? She, at least, is uninfect with heresy.
human
Very well, if we could win her, answered Catesby:
gpt
How old?
human
Nine years. Just the right age. Old enough to queen it, and take a pleasure therein; and not old enough to have drunk in much heresy--no more than Fathers Garnet and Gerard can soon distil out again.
gpt
Nay! Too old, Mr Catesby, said Thomas Winter.
human
At five years, the little Duke might be so: but not his sister at nine. She'll have learned heresy enough by then; and women are more perverse than men. They ever hold error tighter, and truth likewise.
gpt
Well, have the little Duke, if you can win him, replied Catesby.
human
I doubt thereof.
gpt
Trust me for that,
human
I'll trust you to break your neck in the attempt,
gpt
But how look you to secure the Lady Elizabeth? My Lord Harrington's an old fox, and none so easy to beguile. He shall smell a rat, be sure, before you have half your words out, and then you may whistle for the rest of your hopes--and are like enough to do it in the Fleet or Newgate.
human
Kit Wright, said Percy, addressing the last speaker, who was his wife's brother,
gpt
You might make a hunting-party,
human
Say you so, Mr Fawkes? You have eyes in your head. We'll send Sir Everard Digby down to see to that business.
gpt
How went your business, Mr Catesby?
human
Why, right well, Mr Grant. I gathered together a goodly number of friends to assist the Archduke Albert in Flanders: bought horses, and laid in powder. All shall be ready when the Archduke hath need of them.
gpt
That was a jolly fantasy of yours, to levy troops for the Archduke, said Robert Winter.
human
Truly, these heretics are easy to beguile. Not one, methinks, hath the least suspicion.
gpt
It were soon up with us if they had,
human
Look out for yourself, Tom, and smoke not too many pipes with externs, responded Robert.
gpt
That young Louvaine that you affect--I scarce trust him.
human
That affects me, you mean. Trust him! I never do. He's only a simpleton at best.
gpt
Have you never heard of simpletons carrying tidings? said Fawkes.
human
Mind you drop not any chance words, Mr Winter, that might do mischief.
gpt
Let me alone for that,
human
Gentlemen, said Catesby, who had been in a brown study for some minutes,
gpt
Willingly. Where must they be gathered?
human
Gather them at Dunchurch, said Catesby,
gpt
May there not be some awkwardness in the matter, if her brothers be alive?
human
Pooh! ejaculated the impetuous Percy.
gpt
We must see to that,