And now the Neck-verse was free to everyone were he or were he not in
holy orders, and he claimed the privilege after conviction, but in the
reign of Henry VII. (1487) an important change was made. A person who
claimed clergy was to be branded on the crown of his thumb with an
"M" if he were a murderer, with a "T" if he were guilty of any other
felony; if he "prayed his clergy" a second time this was refused him,
unless he were actually in orders. Of course the mark on the thumb was
to record his previous escape from justice. It was with this "Tyburn
T" (as it was called in Elizabethan slang) that Ben Jonson was branded.
It is only within the last few years that careful Mr Cordy Jeaffreson
has exhumed the true story from the Middlesex County Records. The
poet quarrelled and fought a duel with Gabriel Spencer, an actor, and
probably a former colleague. The affair came off at Shoreditch. Jonson,
with his rapier, which the indictment (for a reason explained in the
chapter on "Deodands") values at three shillings, briskly attacked his
opponent, and almost immediately gave him a thrust in the side, whereof
Spencer died then and there. Ben was forthwith seized and thrown into
prison. Whilst waiting his trial he said that spies were set on him,
but he was too much for them, and afterwards all the judges got from
him was but "Ay" and "No." Why spies should have been necessary in so
plain a case is far from clear. It is more significant that a devoted
priest succeeded in converting him for the time to Roman Catholicism,
and he afterwards confessed to Drummond of Hawthornden that he had
come near the gallows. However, what he said, or did not say, is of
little weight as compared with the evidence of contemporary judicial
records. The fact is clear that the poet of _Every Man in his Humour_,
the cunning artist of _Queen and Huntress_, and _Drink to me only with
thine Eyes_, had a true bill found against him by the grand jury, who
sat, by the way, in a tavern, for as yet Hicks Hall, the predecessor of
the Session's-House on Clerkenwell Green, was not.
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