``Andsome，’’saidWamba，``havebeenwiseenoughtorewardthemselves；theydonotmarchoffempty-handedaltogether。Wedonotallwearmotley。’’
``Theyarewelcome，’’saidLocksley；``ourlawsbindnonebutourselves。’’
``But，thou，mypoorknave，’’saidCedric，turningaboutandembracinghisJester，``howshallI
rewardthee，whofearednottogivethybodytochainsanddeathinsteadofmine！——Allforsookme，whenthepoorfoolwasfaithful！’’
AtearstoodintheeyeoftheroughThaneashespoke——amarkoffeelingwhicheventhedeathofAthelstanehadnotextracted；buttherewassomethinginthehalf-instinctiveattachmentofhisclown，thatwakedhisnaturemorekeenlythanevengriefitself。