Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
“Ay,” said Wildrake, “which, in your honour’s subdivision of your
discourse, touched on my unworthy self. What am I to do—what portion am
I to have in this matter?”
Oliver started at once from the tone of voice he had hitherto used, and
which somewhat resembled the purring of a domestic cat, into the growl
of the tiger when about to spring. “_Thy_ portion, jail-bird!” he
exclaimed, “the gallows—thou shalt hang as high as Haman, if thou
betray counsel!—But,” he added, softening his voice, “keep it like a
true man, and my favour will be the making of thee. Come hither—thou
art bold, I see, though somewhat saucy. Thou hast been a malignant—so
writes my worthy friend Colonel Everard; but thou hast now given up
that falling cause. I tell thee, friend, not all that the Parliament or
the army could do would have pulled down the Stewarts out of their high
places, saving that Heaven had a controversy with them. Well, it is a
sweet and comely thing to buckle on one’s armour in behalf of Heaven’s
cause; otherwise truly, for mine own part, these men might have
remained upon the throne even unto this day. Neither do I blame any for
aiding them, until these successive great judgments have overwhelmed
them and their house. I am not a bloody man, having in me the feeling
of human frailty; but, friend, whosoever putteth his hand to the
plough, in the great actings which are now on foot in these nations,
had best beware that he do not look back; for, rely upon my simple
word, that if you fail me, I will not spare on you one foot’s length of
the gallows of Haman. Let me therefore know, at a word, if the leaven
of thy malignancy is altogether drubbed out of thee?” “Your honourable
lordship,” said the cavalier, shrugging up his shoulders, “has done
that for most of us, so far as cudgelling to some tune can perform it.”
“Say’st thou?” said the General, with a grim smile on his lip, which
seemed to intimate that he was not quite inaccessible to flattery;
“yea, truly, thou dost not lie in that—we have been an instrument.
Neither are we, as I have already hinted, so severely bent against
those who have striven against us as malignants, as others may be. The
parliament-men best know their own interest and their own pleasure;
but, to my poor thinking, it is full time to close these jars, and to
allow men of all kinds the means of doing service to their country; and
we think it will be thy fault if thou art not employed to good purpose
for the state and thyself, on condition thou puttest away the old man
entirely from thee, and givest thy earnest attention to what I have to
tell thee.”
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