“What civility, and deference, and sedateness of mind, Silas!”
But Master Silas answered not.
William Shakspeare.
“Must I swear, sirs?”
Sir Thomas.
“Yea, swear; be of good courage. I protest to thee by my honour and knighthood, no ill shall come unto thee therefrom. Thou shalt not be circumvented in thy simpleness and inexperience.”
Willy, having taken the Book of Life, did kiss it piously, and did press it unto his breast, saying,
“Tenderest love is the growth of my heart, as the grass is of Alvescote mead.
“May I lose my life or my friends, or my memory, or my reason; may I be viler in my own eyes than those men are—”
Here he was interrupted, most lovingly, by Sir Thomas, who said unto him,—