Historical fiction; London (England) -- History -- 17th century -- Fiction; Plague -- Fiction
_Tho._ You talk your old soldier's language, as if you were in the
Low Countries[187] now; but this is a serious thing. The people
have good reason to keep anybody off that they are not satisfied
are sound at such a time as this, and we must not plunder them.
_John._ No, brother, you mistake the case, and mistake me too: I
would plunder nobody. But for any town upon the road to deny me
leave to pass through the town in the open highway, and deny me
provisions for my money, is to say the town has a right to starve
me to death; which cannot be true.
_Tho._ But they do not deny you liberty to go back again from
whence you came, and therefore they do not starve you.
_John._ But the next town behind me will, by the same rule, deny me
leave to go back; and so they do starve me between them. Besides,
there is no law to prohibit my traveling wherever I will on the
road.
_Tho._ But there will be so much difficulty in disputing with them
at every town on the road, that it is not for poor men to do it, or
undertake it, at such a time as this is especially.
_John._ Why, brother, our condition, at this rate, is worse than
anybody's else; for we can neither go away nor stay here. I am of
the same mind with the lepers of Samaria.[188] If we stay here, we
are sure to die. I mean especially as you and I are situated,
without a dwelling house of our own, and without lodging in
anybody's else. There is no lying in the street at such a time as
this; we had as good[189] go into the dead cart at once. Therefore,
I say, if we stay here, we are sure to die; and if we go away, we
can but die. I am resolved to be gone.
_Tho._ You will go away. Whither will you go, and what can you do?
I would as willingly go away as you, if I knew whither; but we have
no acquaintance, no friends. Here we were born, and here we must
die.
_John._ Look you, Tom, the whole kingdom is my native country as
well as this town. You may as well say I must not go out of my
house if it is on fire, as that I must not go out of the town I was
born in when it is infected with the plague. I was born in England,
and have a right to live in it if I can.
_Tho._ But you know every vagrant person may, by the laws of
England, be taken up, and passed back to their last legal
settlement.
_John._ But how shall they make me vagrant? I desire only to
travel on upon my lawful occasions.
_Tho._ What lawful occasions can we pretend to travel, or rather
wander, upon? They will not be put off with words.
_John._ Is not flying to save our lives a lawful occasion? And do
they not all know that the fact is true? We cannot be said to
dissemble.
_Tho._ But, suppose they let us pass, whither shall we go?
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