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Lawrence and Lambourne gazed a little while after Wayland , and then turned to go back to their tower , when the former thus addressed his companion : `` Never credit me , Master Lambourne , if I can guess why thou hast driven this poor caitiff from the Castle , just when he was to bear a part in the show that was beginning , and all this about a wench . '' `` Ah , Lawrence , '' replied Lambourne , `` thou art thinking of Black Joan Jugges of Slingdon , and hast sympathy with human frailty . But , corragio , most noble Duke of the Dungeon and Lord of Limbo , for thou art as dark in this matter as thine own dominions of Little-ease . My most reverend Signior of the Low Countries of Kenilworth , know that our most notable master , Richard Varney , would give as much to have a hole in this same Tressilian 's coat , as would make us some fifty midnight carousals , with the full leave of bidding the steward go snick up , if he came to startle us too soon from our goblets . '' `` Nay , an that be the case , thou hast right , '' said Lawrence Staples , the upper-warder , or , in common phrase , the first jailer , of Kenilworth Castle , and of the Liberty and Honour belonging thereto . `` But how will you manage when you are absent at the Queen 's entrance , Master Lambourne ; for methinks thou must attend thy master there ? '' `` Why thou , mine honest prince of prisons , must keep ward in my absence .