240 MASTER SKYLARK

“Thou ‘It send Will Shakspere? And, oh, Nick,” cried
Carew, holding him yet a little longer, “thou ‘lt keep my
Cicely from harm?”

“Tl do my best,” said Nick, his own eyes full.

The turnkey raised his heavy bunch of keys. “I'll ding
thee out o’ this,” said he.

And the last Nick Attwood saw of Gaston Carew was
his wistful eyes hunting down the stairway after him, and
his hand, with its torn fine laces, waving at him through
the bars.

And when he came to the Mermaid Inn Master Shak-
spere’s comedy was done, and Master Ben Jonson was
telling a merry tale that made the tapster sick with
laughing.