Lord High Steward—Give him his oath. (Which the clerk did.)
Attorney-General—My lords, I doubt the witness is so far off, that it will be difficult for him to hear the questions that we are to ask him, unless we could have him nearer to us.
Lord High Steward—Mr. Attorney, my lords seem to be of opinion that it will be more for your advantage and theirs that the witnesses stand at the distance they do; which will oblige you to raise your voice so loud, that they may hear the witnesses and you too.
Attorney-General—Is your name Samuel Cawthorne?
Attorney-General—Where do you live?
Cawthorne—With Mr. Locket at Charing-cross.
Attorney-General—Did you live with him at the Greyhound tavern in the Strand the latter end of October last?
Cawthorne—Yes, I did.
Attorney-General—Well, pray will you acquaint my lords with the time when my lord of Warwick, my lord Mohun, and Mr. Coote were at that house, how long they stayed, what happened while they were there, and when they went away?