The Last of the Barons — Volume 08 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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him, and the father's head shall answer for the son's faith. Pardon
me, dear cousin, that I leave you to attend these matters. Prithee visit our queen, meanwhile, she holds you our guest." "Nay, your Highness must vouchsafe my excuse; I also have your royal interests too much at heart to while an hour in my pleasurement. I will but see the friends of our House now in London, and then back to the More, and collect the force of my tenants and retainers." "Ever right, fair speed to you, cardinal that shall be! Your arm, Hastings." The king and his favourite took their way into the state chambers. "Abet not Gloucester in this alliance,--abet him not!" said the king, solemnly. "Pause, sire! This alliance gives to Warwick a wise counsellor, instead of the restless Duke of Clarence. Reflect what danger may ensue if an ambitious lord, discontented with your reign, obtains the hand of the great earl's coheiress, and the half of a hundred baronies that command an army larger than the crown's." Though these reasonings at a calmer time might well have had their effect on Edward, at that moment they were little heeded by his passions. He stamped his foot violently on the floor. "Hastings!" he exclaimed, "be silent! or--" He stopped short, mastered his emotion. "Go, assemble our privy council. We have graver matters than a boy's marriage now to think of." |
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