human
Look you, Baron de Leaufort, the time for such as you has come. The land has groaned long enough under the sway of barons and earls. Mark me, there are some here who will not rest till your blood soak this ground. I think myself they have gone far enough, yet keep a civil tongue within your head, or it will roll on the earth as that other did. Have a care, or I cannot protect you.
gpt
Thou protect me, indeed! cried de Leaufort, drawing himself up proudly.
human
I am well used to hold my back up to thee to be measured for the cloth, but I shall never demean myself by holding it to thee for protection. Indeed! wilt protect me with thy shears?
gpt
Ay! it tastes strangely on the tongue, does it not? Yet, mark me, the signs of my trade will be remembered and thought somewhat of long after yours will be forgotten; for, of a truth, the time is come when men must earn their bread, as Holy Writ saith, by the sweat of their brow, or go breadless.
human
Here, cried the tailor,
gpt
Touch me not, he cried,
human
Bring me the man that shot that, shouted Kyrkeby;