In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's serviceGrier, Sydney C.
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In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's service
Grier, Sydney C.
British -- India -- Fiction; East India Company -- Fiction; India -- Fiction
“Sir,” said I, “I’ll do my best to be watchful for their honours’
interests.” For I perceived that the Council was no little touched by
the rumours that had of late reached us concerning the designs of the
Portugals, and that ’twas my business to discover these, that so they
might best be thwarted. And after this Mr Secretary, that had spoke
not at all hitherto, being grieved that he could not prevail with his
honour the President to send Mr Spender to Goa beside me, gave me my
further instructions, and so I was dismissed. And Mr Martin and I
walking back to our chambers, he saith to me:--
“_This chanceth in an houre that hapneth not in seven yeares_, Ned,
and sure ’tis a happy chance for you. With prudence and tolerable good
luck, your fortune is now assured. I don’t doubt but you’ll soon be
made agent in some small factory when you are returned from your
studying, and so have occasion to use your Portuguese. But with your
leave, lad, I will give you some counsel, lest you fall into trouble
at Goa.”
“Sir,” says I, “I hope that I shall always gratefully receive and
follow any counsels you may be good enough to give me.”
“Listen, then,” says he; “and first you must always be mindful not to
infringe the punctilio[51] of the Portugals, for so fantastical and
strange is’t as passeth belief. You must never look hard at a lady, as
she sits in her balcony, or rides in her coach, if you don’t desire to
be stabbed that night. And regarding the religion of Goa, you must
needs be mighty circumspect. You have seen those poor idolaters, the
Papists here, walking through the city with their processions, and
kneeling down in the mire when the Host is a-passing? Here this
happeneth but from time to time, but at Goa you see little else. And
in all the Portugals’ towns ’tis the law and custom that every one
meeting a procession of the Church shall uncover to’t, and also kneel,
or at the least bow low, until it be passed by. Now some Englishmen,
conceiving that saw to be true, _When at Rome, do as Rome does_, do
make it their custom to uncover and kneel, as ’tis ordained, but to
me, this compliance savours somewhat of cowardice, and won’t, as I
believe, commend itself to you. Wherefore, if you’ll be guided by me,
I would have you go into some shop near at hand, or turn down another
street whensoever you see a procession coming, or hear the little bell
rung that signifies the approach of the Host, if you don’t wish to be
stabbed where you stand. And above all, my dear Ned, let me entreat
you never to enter into any controversy with any person in Goa, be he
Portugal or Indian, upon any question of religion. He will seek to
lead you on until you have uttered something that is to his mind
heretical, and then he’ll denounce you to the Inquisition. And once
there, Ned, ’twere far better had you been stabbed in the street by
some _bravo_ among the common people, for the few that are escaped
thence are come forth crippled and helpless, and the many that han’t
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