The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland (1753) Volume II.Cibber, Theophilus
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The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland (1753) Volume II.
Cibber, Theophilus
Poets, English -- Biography -- Early works to 1800; Poets, Irish -- Biography -- Early works to 1800
'This discourse, according to the natural custom of that nation, and
by the usual dialect of that language, was held with such passion and
vehemence, that the standers-by who understood not French, did believe
they were angry, and that they used the duke rudely. He being ready,
and informed that his breakfast was ready, drew towards the door,
where the hangings were held up; and in that very passage turning
himself to speak with Sir Thomas Fryer, a colonel of the army, who was
then speaking near his ear, he was on a sudden struck over his
shoulder upon the breast with a knife; upon which, without using any
other words, than that the villain has killed me, and in the same
moment pulling out the knife himself, he fell down dead, the knife
having pierced his heart. No man had ever seen the blow, or the man
who gave it; but in the confusion they were in, every man made his own
conjecture, and declared it as a thing known, most agreeing, that it
was done by the French, from the angry discourse they thought they had
heard from them, and it was a kind of miracle, that they were not all
killed that instant: The sober sort that preserved them from it,
having the same opinion of their guilt, and only reserving them for a
more judicial examination, and proceeding.
'In the crowd near the door, there was found upon the ground a hat, in
the inside whereof, there was sewed upon the crown a paper, in which
were writ four or five lines of that declaration made by the House of
Commons, in which they had stiled the duke an enemy to the kingdom;
and under it a short ejaculation towards a prayer. It was easily
enough concluded, that the hat belonged to the person who had
committed the murder, but the difficulty remained still as great, who
that person should be; for the writing discovered nothing of the name;
and whosoever it was, it was very natural to believe, that he was gone
far enough not to be found without a hat. In this hurry, one running
one way, another another way, a man was seen walking before the door
very composedly without a hat; whereupon one crying out, here's the
fellow that killed the duke, upon which others run thither, every body
asking which was he; to which the man without the hat very composedly
answered, I am he. Thereupon some of those who were most furious
suddenly run upon the man with their drawn swords to kill him; but
others, who were at least equally concerned in the loss and in the
sense of it, defended him; himself with open arms very calmly and
chearfully exposing himself to the fury and swords of the most
enraged, as being very willing to fall a sacrifice to their sudden
anger, rather than be kept for deliberate justice, which he knew must
be executed upon him.
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