Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
partialities, than by those higher principles and points of duty,
whereupon the good Colonel Markham Everard hath ever framed his
purposes, as, truly, I have endeavoured to form mine, that we may all
act as becometh good Englishmen and worthy patriots. Then, as for
Woodstock, it is a great thing which the good Colonel asks, that it
should be taken from the spoil of the godly and left in keeping of the
men of Moab, and especially of the malignant, Henry Lee, whose hand
hath been ever against us when he might find room to raise it; I say,
he hath asked a great thing, both in respect of himself and me. For we
of this poor but godly army of England, are holden, by those of the
Parliament, as men who should render in spoil for them, but be no
sharer of it ourselves; even as the buck, which the hounds pull to
earth, furnisheth no part of their own food, but they are lashed off
from the carcass with whips, like those which require punishment for
their forwardness, not reward for their services. Yet I speak not this
so much in respect of this grant of Woodstock, in regard, that,
perhaps, their Lordships of the Council, and also the Committeemen of
this Parliament, may graciously think they have given me a portion in
the matter, in relation that my kinsman Desborough hath an interest
allowed him therein; which interest, as he hath well deserved it for
his true and faithful service to these unhappy and devoted countries,
so it would ill become me to diminish the same to his prejudice, unless
it were upon great and public respects. Thus thou seest how it stands
with me, my honest friend, and in what mind I stand touching thy
master’s request to me; which yet I do not say that I can altogether,
or unconditionally, grant or refuse, but only tell my simple thoughts
with regard thereto. Thou understandest me, I doubt not?”
Now, Roger Wildrake, with all the attention he had been able to pay to
the Lord-General’s speech, had got so much confused among the various
clauses of the harangue, that his brain was bewildered, like that of a
country clown when he chances to get himself involved among a crowd of
carriages, and cannot stir a step to get out of the way of one of them,
without being in danger of being ridden over by the others.
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