Idonia: A Romance of Old LondonWallis, Arthur Frederick
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Idonia: A Romance of Old London
Wallis, Arthur Frederick
Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
Coming forward, then, as I was bidden, I very modestly awaited the
argument between Mr. Skegs and Ptolemy, being pleased to be trusted in
so notable a cause. But it fell out otherwise, for Skegs swore by the
body of St. Rumbold he would have no arbitrament, and that his price
was three pound and sixteen shillings, as he had already said.
"It is a great sum," said Ptolemy, in his piping reed voice.
"How, great?" retorted Skegs, "seeing I sell thee the pageant-car
itself, together with Nicodemus, Pilate, and four stout Torturers,
besides the holy folk, and all their appurtenance. And were I not at
the gate of the grave myself, I would not part with so much as Joseph's
beard for twice this reckoning."
"He gives you also certain parchment beasts, Mr. Ptolemy," said I, very
judicially.
"I retract the beasts," cried the pageant master, whose red eyes blazed
terribly, and he danced with vexation of my ruling.
"Look you, now," grumbled Ptolemy, running his great hand through his
beard, "was ever such a fellow!"
"'Tis a part of the Deluge," said Mr. Skegs, "and to bring in beasts
before the judgment-seat of Pilate were against all Scripture. But
contrariwise, as it toucheth the Interlude of the Deluge, mass! without
those beasts of mine, the cats and dogs too (as the verse goes)--
"'Otter, fox, fulmart also;
Hares hopping gaily'
withouten these wherefore was Noah's ark builded, and so great a stir
made?"
"But if you be about to die, Master Skegs," I put in, "as you say you
are, of what advantage is this same Deluge to you?"
"Ay, truly," cried Ptolemy, "for thou hast no wife, man, nor any
dependent on thee. So thou be decently buried, 'tis all one whether I
have the parchment beasts or thou."
"Would you spoil me of my heritage?" cried the pallid man in an
extremity of rage, "and strip me naked before I be come to the grave?
I say thou shalt not have the beasts."
"Wilt thou sell me the Deluge outright?" asked Ptolemy after a silence,
"for I am no hand at this chaffering."
"Ay, for a further fourteen shillings, I will," said Skegs promptly,
"which maketh in all four pounds and ten shillings; and for that, I
give thee Noah, a new figure of wood, and Noah's wife, who truly is
somewhat worsened by usage, but not past mending; Shem also, Ham and
Japhet, stalwart lads all, and their wives corresponding. An ark there
is, moreover, which was builded in Rye by a shipwright out of battens
and good gummed canvas. The beasts be all whole, save the weasel, but
that signifieth not. I have a schedule of them, and the parts of the
players in good scrivener's hand. All these shalt thou have for a
matter of four pounds thirteen shillings and fourpence."
"Four pounds and ten shillings, Master Skegs," said Ptolemy, dismayed
at this unconscionable addition.
"Said I aught of the ark when I named that price?" asked Skegs
scornfully. "Wouldst thou haggle with a dying man, Ptolemy Philpot?"
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