Deputy if he were out of office; and Seagrave was told to tell Bingham that the duel might take place at once. Still worse was the treatment of Sir Nicholas Bagenal, who was near eighty years old, and who had served the State well for half a century. A dispute arising in the Council Chamber, Perrott actually struck the old man. According to Bagenal, he knocked him down; others thought the blow was nothing, but that the aged marshal fell in the confusion. Bagenal held up his stick, but not till the Deputy had first laid hands on him. They were separated; and then this edifying dialogue took place: 'You do lie,' said the Deputy, 'if you think I have dealt evil in anything.' 'You lie,' said the Marshal, and to mend it said, 'if you were not Deputy, I would say you lie, for I care not for Sir John Perrott.' 'If I were but Sir John Perrott,' said the Deputy, 'I would teach him that came from a tailor's stall, to use me thus.' 'It makes no matter,' said the Marshal. 'Well,' said the Deputy, 'because you doat, I will bear with you; otherwise I would commit you to the prison.' 'If you did,' said he, 'I would come out, whether you would or not.' 'Very well, Mr. Marshal,' said the Deputy, 'get you hence, for it is not reason to talk with you. A man would think you are drunk.' 'Nay, you are drunk,' said the Marshal to the Deputy. After this it is hardly worth while to repeat Wallop's complaints, that his labours in Munster were slighted, and that the Lord Deputy sometimes indulged in violent language against him, and against Chief Justice Gardiner.[153] [Sidenote: Perrott's troubles.] Perrott's health may partly excuse him, for he suffered much. 'By God, Mr. Carew,' he wrote, 'I daily grow weaker and weaker of body through the great pain I have of the stone, growing more and more upon me in this slimy country. In Connaught, if I travelled one day, through the grating of the stone in my kidneys I was fain to rest another; and in the end the Irish ague took me, that I was seven days like to die in Galway, and am not yet thoroughly recovered thereof, nor shall not (I believe) pass this next year, except her Majesty, of her great grace, give me licence to go to the Spa the next spring; a suit that I made to her Highness nine years agone. It were better her Majesty preserved me to serve her in some other place, than I to be wilfully cast away here.' Ireland was a prison where he could do no good to himself nor to any other man. 'Help your poor friend out of this hell,' was his prayer to Leicester. If he could but see Elizabeth all would be well, for she had promised not to listen to detractors who were his enemies because he served one God and one Queen; but now her Deputy was brought into greater contempt than ever Sir John Perrott was. One can sympathise with the man; but no good work could be expected from a governor who had personally quarrelled with all the more important members of the Council, by whose advice he was bound to act.[154]