Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
am in your judgment, my brave and honourable colleagues; but, touching
my own poor opinion, I feel myself under the unhappy necessity of
proceeding in our commission, as if the interruption had not taken
place; with this addition, that the Board of Sequestrators should sit,
by day, at this same Lodge of Woodstock, but that, to reconcile the
minds of weak brethren, who may be afflicted by superstitious rumours,
as well as to avoid any practice on our persons by the malignants, who,
I am convinced, are busy in this neighbourhood, we should remove our
sittings after sunset to the George Inn, in the neighbouring borough.”
“Good Master Bletson,” replied Colonel Everard, “it is not for me to
reply to you; but you may know in what characters this army of England
and their General write their authority. I fear me the annotation on
this precept of the General, will be expressed by the march of a troop
of horse from Oxford to see it executed. I believe there are orders out
for that effect; and you know by late experience, that the soldier will
obey his General equally against King and Parliament.”
“That obedience is conditional,” said Harrison, starting fiercely up.
“Know’st thou not, Markham Everard, that I have followed the man
Cromwell as close as the bull-dog follows his master?—and so I will
yet;—but I am no spaniel, either to be beaten, or to have the food I
have earned snatched from me, as if I were a vile cur, whose wages are
a whipping, and free leave to wear my own skin. I looked, amongst the
three of us, that we might honestly, and piously, and with advantage to
the Commonwealth, have gained out of this commission three, or it may
be five thousand pounds. And does Cromwell imagine I will part with it
for a rough word? No man goeth a warfare on his own charges. He that
serves the altar must live by the altar—and the saints must have means
to provide them with good harness and fresh horses against the
unsealing and the pouring forth. Does Cromwell think I am so much of a
tame tiger as to permit him to rend from me at pleasure the miserable
dole he hath thrown me? Of a surety I will resist; and the men who are
here, being chiefly of my own regiment—men who wait, and who expect,
with lamps burning and loins girded, and each one his weapon bound upon
his thigh, will aid me to make this house good against every
assault—ay, even against Cromwell himself, until the latter
coming—Selah! Selah!”—
“And I,” said Desborough, “will levy troops and protect your
out-quarters, not choosing at present to close myself up in garrison”—
“And I,” said Bletson, “will do my part, and hie me to town and lay the
matter before Parliament, arising in my place for that effect.”
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