"But your Hand! did not you feel the Smart?" "My _Hand_?" cried he, starting and looking down upon it. "_No, not just then!_ I'd forgotten it." "See! see!" cried I, "what may be the Victory of the Spirit over the Flesh! What has been, may be again. As our Day, our Strength shall be." The large Tears came into his Eyes. "_Ned_," quod he, "I will never doubt it again." "And now," said I, "let me dress your Hand, for I know Something of Burns." So I went out and got white Cotton Wool, and wrapped a great Pad of it about his Hand, and tied it up neatly; and, just at that Time, his Wife came in with the Crab. "Why, what's the Matter?" cried she, changing Colour. "Nothing at all, my Love," returned her Husband cheerfully, "save that I've burnt my Hand." "Ah," said she, "you wist the Handle of the Kettle was loose.... I won't pity you at all! _Is_ it a very bad Hurt, though?" "Nothing to speak of," quod he. "Forsooth, and you couldn't smile so, an' 'twere—only thou hast made such a great Bundle of it. Shall I tie it up neater for thee, Husband?" "No, sweet Heart, it does well enough. So now for the Crab.... And so young Mistress _Anne_ is in the Country?" "At the Hall," quod I, "with her Uncle." "Ah," sayth he quietly, "the Squire hath two fair Sons ... I think she will settle down there one of these Days." CHAPTER X _Evil Times bring Evil Crimes_ I love not to think of that Year: still less of those which followed after it! In _July_, _Philip_ of _Spain_ landed on our Shores, and as he placed his Foot for the first Time on _British_ Ground, he drew his Sword, and carried it a little Way naked in his Hand; which, if it meant Anything, certes did mean no Good. The Mayor of _Southampton_ brought him the Keys of the Town, which he took and gave back without the least Token of Good-will or Civility for the Respect. Five Days thereafter, his Marriage with the Queen was solemnized at _Winchester_, he being seven and twenty, and she eight and thirty; and thereon they were together proclaimed as King and Queen of _England_. An Evil Song to _English_ Ears! But oh! the Shews and Pageants that were got up to welcome them in _London_! Giants, offering Addresses; our Condyts running Wine; and what not? Thereafter, the Queen and her King behoved to go to _Hampton Court_; where, I will just observe, the Hall-door was continually kept shut, so as no Man might enter, unless his Errand were first known; which might perhaps be the Fashion in _Spain_, but to plain, honest _Englishmen_, seemed very strange. About this Time there were so many _Spaniards_ in _London_, that for one _Englishman_ in the Stretes thou mightest meet four _Spaniards_, with their long, sly Slits of Eyes, and hairy Faces; so that it behoved _us_ to keep our Hall-doors shut and look to our Spoons, for I never heard the King Consort undertook to stand Bail for them. About _September_ they went their Ways; not entirely paying their Bills.