The Colloquies of Edward Osborne, Citizen and Clothworker of LondonManning, Anne
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The Colloquies of Edward Osborne, Citizen and Clothworker of London
Manning, Anne
Biographical fiction; London (England) -- History -- 16th century -- Fiction; Osborne, Edward, 1530?-1591 -- Fiction
"Ah," quod I, "there's little real Mirth in it. Seldom do we see a Smile
now on Master _Hewet's_ Face ... Mistress _Anne_ is in the Country;
Mistress _Fraunces_ does the Honours with all Grace, many People come
and go, new Servants wait, many fine Dishes are cooked and eaten; but
the Times are so bad, there is little Hilarity with it all."
"Aye?" quod he, lowering his Voice, "is't e'en so?" Then changing his
Manner altogether, he rose, sate by the Fire, and pointed me to a Seat
over-against him.
"_Ned_," saith he, "what is to be looked for, when the very Heavens
above, though without articulate Voice or Sound, proclaim coming
Judgment? Two Suns shining at once i' the Firmament! The Bow of Mercy,
not indeed withdrawn, but _reversed_; the Bow turned downward and the
two Ends standing upward! Didst see it?"
I said, I did; it had puzzled the Wise and affrighted the Weak.
"Well might it do either or both," quod he. "Well! ... we shall see what
comes of it. These Foreshadows are sometimes sent in Mercy, that
thoughtful People may prepare. 'Fearful Sights and great Signs shall
there be from Heaven.' 'And when these Things begin to come to pass,
lift up your Heads, for your Redemption draweth nigh.' 'And he that
endureth unto the End, the same shall be saved.' 'Settle it therefore in
your Hearts not to meditate beforehand what ye shall answer; for _I_
will give you a Mouth and Wisdom that all your Adversaries shall not be
able to gainsay nor resist.' 'In your patience possess ye your Souls.'"
"_Tomkins!_" cried I, filled with sudden Admiration, "thou couldst not
always have thus quoted and applied the Bible!"
"Lad," quod he, "Times are altered. I don't suppose there was ever a
quiet, fair-spoken Man nearer the Edge of the Pit of Destruction than I
was, a few Years back. Just as I was trifling on the Brink, _a Child's_
Voice called me back. _Ned!_ 'twas thine. I had known, for Months and
Years, what 'twas to lie down with a Heart ill at Peace with GOD. He
that is very glad to get into a good and safe Covert, will not waste his
Time in dallying with too curious Subtleties. Since I have gone the Way
I should, Years have seemed like Days! I have tasted the _Life of Life_:
yet never was more ready to lay it down at my Master's Feet! 'Tis all I
have to give him!"
"I hope," said I, after a Pause, "there will be no Need."
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