the horse, instantly to take boat, and go down the river to the Palace of Greenwich, taking young Walter and Tracy with him, and make a suitable compliment, expressing his grateful thanks to his Sovereign, and mentioning the cause why he had not been enabled to profit by the assistance of the wise and learned Doctor Masters.
"A plague on it!" said Blount, as he descended the stairs; "had he sent me with a cartel to Leicester I think I should have done his errand indifferently well. But to go to our gracious Sovereign, before whom all words must be lacquered over either with gilding or with sugar, is such a confectionary matter as clean baffles my poor old English brain.--Come with me, Tracy, and come you too, Master Walter Wittypate, that art the cause of our having all this ado. Let us see if thy neat brain, that frames so many flashy fireworks, can help out a plain fellow at need with some of thy shrewd devices."
"Never fear, never fear," exclaimed the youth, "it is I will help you through; let me but fetch my cloak."
"Why, thou hast it on thy shoulders," said Blount,--"the lad is mazed."
"No, No, this is Tracy's old mantle," answered Walter. "I go not with thee to court unless as a gentleman should."
"Why," Said Blount, "thy braveries are like to dazzle the eyes of none but some poor groom or porter."
"I know that," said the youth; "but I am
