"Say you so?  I' faith, I was near forgetting that your party is down in the world, you have so little the cut of a square-toed roundhead!  I am heartily sorry you are in trouble.  But cheer up, man.  There sits his Highness above stairs that has been wrecked and imprisoned and ruined a dozen times over, and yet here has he come full sail into port.  And I'll warrant he'll sit at the king's table long after old Clarendon's sun has set."