she would not willingly handle it, and yet taking it withal."
"Ay, ay," said another, "her fingers closed on it pretty willingly methought, when all was done; and methought, too, she weighed them for a second in her hand, as she would say, I hope they be avoirdupois."
"She needed not, neighbour," said a third; "it is only when the corporation pay the accounts of a poor handicraft like me, that they put him off with clipped coin. Well, there is a God above all--little Master Recorder, since that is the word, will be greater now than ever."
"Come, good neighbour," said the first speaker "be not envious. She is a good Queen, and a generous; she gave the purse to the Earl of Leicester."
"I envious?--beshrew thy heart for the word!" replied the handicraft. "But she will give all to the Earl of Leicester anon, methinks."
"You are turning ill, lady," said Wayland Smith to the Countess of Leicester, and proposed that she should draw off from the road, and halt till she recovered. But, subduing her feelings at this and different speeches to the same purpose, which caught her ear as they passed on, she insisted that her guide should proceed to Kenilworth with all the haste which the numerous impediments of their journey permitted. Meanwhile, Wayland's anxiety at her repeated fits of indisposition, and her obvious distraction of mind, was hourly increasing, and he became extremely desirous that, according to her reiterated requests, she should be safel
