'
'He that doth right, marquis or squire, will one day rule, my lord,'
said Richard.
''Tis well said,' returned the marquis. 'I ask your pardon, Mr.
Heywood. In times like these a man must be excused for occasionally
dropping his manners.'
'Assuredly, my lord, when he stoops to recover them so gracefully as
doth the marquis of Worcester.'
'What, then, would'st thou in my house at midnight, Mr. Heywood?'
asked the marquis courteously.
'Nothing save mine own, my lord. I came but to look for a stolen
mare.'
'What! thou takest Raglan for a den of thieves?'
'I found the mare in your lordship's stable.'
'How then came the mare in my stable?'
'That is not a question for me to answer, my lord.'
'Doubtless thou didst lose her in battle against thy sovereign.'
'She was in Redware stable last night, my lord.'
'Which of you, knaves, stole the gentleman's mare?' cried the
marquis.--'But, Mr. Heywood, there can be no theft upon a rebel. He
is by nature an outlaw, and his life and goods forfeit to the king.
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