Harper's New Monthly Magazine, vol. 3, no. 18, November, 1851Harper, Various (magazine)
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, vol. 3, no. 18, November, 1851
Harper, Various (magazine)
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I marvell the ground opened not at his feet. Father brisklie made
answer, "If I were a man, my lords, who regarded not an oath, ye know
well I needed not stand now at this bar. And if the oath which you, Mr.
Rich, have just taken, be true, then I pray I may never see God in the
face. In good truth, Mr. Rich, I am more sorry for your perjurie than my
perill. You and I once dwelt long together in one parish; your manner of
life and conversation from your youth up were familiar to me, and it
paineth me to tell ye were ever held very light of your tongue, a great
dicer and gamester, and not of anie commendable fame either there or in
the Temple, the inn to which ye have belonged. Is it credible,
therefore, to your lordships, that the secrets of my conscience touching
the oath, which I never woulde reveal, after the statute once made,
either to the king's grace himself, nor to anie of you, my honorable
lords, I should have thus lightly blurted out in private parley with Mr.
Rich?"
In short, the villain made not goode his poynt; ne'erthelesse, the issue
of this black day was aforehand fixed; my Lord Audley was primed with a
virulent and venomous speech; the jury retired, and presentlie returned
with a verdict of Guilty; for they knew what the king's grace would have
'em doe in that case.
Up starts my Lord Audley--commences pronouncing judgment, when--
"My lord," says father, "in my time, the custom in these cases was ever
to ask the prisoner before sentence, whether he could give anie reason
why judgment shoulde not proceed agaynst him."
My lord, in some confusion, puts the question.
And then came ye frightfulle sentence.
Yes, yes, my soul, I know; there were saints of old sawn asunder. Men of
whom the world was not worthy.
... Then he spake unto 'em his mind, how that after lifelong studdy, he
could never find that a layman mighte be head of the church. And bade
his judges and accusers farewell; hoping that like as St. Paul was
present and consenting unto St. Stephen's death, and yet both were now
holy saints in heaven, soe he and they might speedilie meet there, joint
heirs of e'erlasting salvation.
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