Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
'Yes,' Benjamin overheard her. 'The lives of all. The man who dares
to take my girl from me--mine--deserves to die. Yet so clement,
so forgiving, so generous am I, that I am ready to pardon him. He
shall actually save his life. If, therefore, it is true that (before
marriage) you love that man and are promised to him, come to church
with me, out of your great love to him, in order to save his life;
but if you love him not, then you can love me, and, therefore, can
come to please yourself, willy nilly. What! am I to be thwarted in
such a trifle? Willy nilly, I say, I will marry thee. Come--we waste
the time.'
He seized my wrist as if he would have dragged me towards the door.
'Benjamin,' cried Madam, 'be merciful! she is but a girl, and
she loves my poor boy--be merciful! Oh! it is not yet too late.'
She snatched me from his grasp and stood between us, her arms
outstretched. 'It is not too late; they may die and we will go in
sorrow, but not in shame. They may die. Go! murderer of thy kith
and kin! Go, send thy grandfather to die upon the scaffold; but, at
least, leave us in peace.'
'No, Madam,' I said. 'With your permission, if there be no other
way, I will save their lives.'
'Well, then,' Benjamin said sulkily, 'there must be an end of this
talk and no further delay; else, by the Lord! I know not what may
happen. Will Tom Boilman delay to prepare his cauldron of hot pitch?
If we wait much longer, Robin's arms and legs will be seething in
that broth! Doth the Judge delay with his warrant? Already he signs
it--already they are putting up the gibbet on which he will hang!
Come, I say.'
* * * * *
Benjamin was sure of his prey, I suppose, because we found the
clergyman waiting for us in the church, ready with surplice and
book. The clerk was standing beside him, also with his book, open at
the Service for Marriage. While they read the Service Madam threw
herself prostrate on the Communion steps, her head in her hands, as
one who suffers the last extremities of remorse and despair for sin
too grievous to be ever forgiven. Let us hope that sometimes we may
judge ourselves more harshly than Heaven itself doth judge us.
The clerk gave me away, and was the only witness of the marriage
besides that poor distracted mother.
'Twas a strange wedding. There had been no banns put up; the bride
was pale and trembling; the bridegroom was gloomy; the only other
person present wept upon her knees while the parson read through
his ordered prayer and psalm and exhortation; there was no sign of
rejoicing.
'So,' said Benjamin, when all was over, 'now thou art my wife. They
shall not be hanged therefor. Come, wife, we will this day ride
to Exeter, where thou shalt thyself bear the joyful news of thy
marriage and their safety to my cousins. They will own that I am a
loving and a careful cousin.'
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