Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
“True, sir; and I have that confidence in the commission which I hold,
that I would take the field against the foul fiend without a moment’s
delay,” said Holdenough; “but the place in which he hath of late
appeared, being Woodstock, is filled with those dangerous and impious
persons, of whom I have been but now complaining; and though, confident
in my own resources, I dare venture in disputation with their Great
Master himself; yet without your protection, most worthy Colonel, I see
not that I may with prudence trust myself with the tossing and goring
ox Desborough, or the bloody and devouring bear Harrison, or the cold
and poisonous snake Bletson—all of whom are now at the Lodge, doing
license and taking spoil as they think meet; and, as all men say, the
devil hath come to make a fourth with them.”
“In good truth, worthy and noble sir,” said the Mayor, “it is even as
Master Holdenough says—our privileges are declared void, our cattle
seized in the very pastures. They talk of cutting down and disparking
the fair Chase, which has been so long the pleasure of so many kings,
and making Woodstock of as little note as any paltry village. I assure
you we heard of your arrival with joy, and wondered at your keeping
yourself so close in your lodgings. We know no one save your father or
you, that are like to stand the poor burgesses’ friend in this
extremity, since almost all the gentry around are malignants, and under
sequestration. We trust, therefore, you will make strong intercession
in our behalf.”
“Certainly, Master Mayor,” said the Colonel, who saw himself with
pleasure anticipated; “it was my very purpose to have interfered in
this matter; and I did but keep myself alone until I should be
furnished with some authority from the Lord-General.”
“Powers from the Lord-General!” said the Mayor, thrusting the
clergy-man with his elbow—“Dost thou hear that?—What cock will fight
that cock?— We shall carry it now over their necks, and Woodstock shall
be brave Woodstock still!”
“Keep thine elbow from my side, friend,” said Holdenough, annoyed by
the action which the Mayor had suited to his words; “and may the Lord
send that Cromwell prove not as sharp to the people of England as thy
bones against my person! Yet I approve that we should use his authority
to stop the course of these men’s proceedings.”
“Let us set out, then,” said Colonel Everard; “and I trust we shall
find the gentlemen reasonable and obedient.”
The functionaries, laic and clerical, assented with much joy; and the
Colonel required and received Wildrake’s assistance in putting on his
cloak and rapier, as if he had been the dependent whose part he acted.
The cavalier contrived, however, while doing him these menial offices,
to give his friend a shrewd pinch, in order to maintain the footing of
secret equality betwixt them.
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