《westward ho》

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〃Then let them fight with squirts across the market…place; for by heaven and the queen's laws; they shall fight with nothing else。〃

〃My dear Mr。 Cary;〃 went on Frank; suddenly changing his bantering tone to one of the most winning sweetness; 〃do not fancy that I cannot feel for you; or that I; as well as you; have not known the stings of love and the bitterer stings of jealousy。  But oh; Mr。 Cary; does it not seem to you an awful thing to waste selfishly upon your own quarrel that divine wrath which; as Plato says; is the very root of all virtues; and which has been given you; like all else which you have; that you may spend it in the service of her whom all bad souls fear; and all virtuous souls adore;our peerless queen?  Who dares; while she rules England; call his sword or his courage his own; or any one's but hers?  Are there no Spaniards to conquer; no wild Irish to deliver from their oppressors; that two gentlemen of Devon can find no better place to flesh their blades than in each other's valiant and honorable hearts?〃

〃By heaven!〃 cried Amyas; 〃Frank speaks like a book; and for me; I do think that Christian gentlemen may leave love quarrels to bulls and rams。〃

〃And that the heir of Clovelly;〃 said Frank; smiling; 〃may find more noble examples to copy than the stags in his own deer…park。〃

〃Well;〃 said Will; penitently; 〃you are a great scholar; Mr。 Frank; and you speak like one; but gentlemen must fight sometimes; or where would be their honor?〃

〃I speak;〃 said Frank; a little proudly; 〃not merely as a scholar; but as a gentleman; and one who has fought ere now; and to whom it has happened; Mr。 Cary; to kill his man (on whose soul may God have mercy); but it is my pride to remember that I have never yet fought in my own quarrel; and my trust in God that I never shall。  For as there is nothing more noble and blessed than to fight in behalf of those whom we love; so to fight in our own private behalf is a thing not to be allowed to a Christian man; unless refusal imports utter loss of life or honor; and even then; it may be (though I would not lay a burden on any man's conscience); it is better not to resist evil; but to overcome it with good。〃

〃And I can tell you; Will;〃 said Amyas; 〃I am not troubled with fear of ghosts; but when I cut off the Frenchman's head; I said to myself; 'If that braggart had been slandering me instead of her gracious majesty; I should expect to see that head lying on my pillow every time I went to bed at night。'〃

〃God forbid!〃 said Will; with a shudder。  〃But what shall I do? for to the market tomorrow I will go; if it were choke…full of Coffins; and a ghost in each coffin of the lot。〃

〃Leave the matter to me;〃 said Amyas。  〃I have my device; as well as scholar Frank here; and if there be; as I suppose there must be; a quarrel in the market to…morrow; see if I do not〃

〃Well; you are two good fellows;〃 said Will。  〃Let us have another tankard in。〃

〃And drink the health of Mr。 Coffin; and all gallant lads of the North;〃 said Frank; 〃and now to my business。  I have to take this runaway youth here home to his mother; and if he will not go quietly; I have orders to carry him across my saddle。〃

〃I hope your nag has a strong back; then;〃 said Amyas; 〃but I must go on and see Sir Richard; Frank。  It is all very well to jest as we have been doing; but my mind is made up。〃

〃Stop;〃 said Cary。  〃You must stay here tonight; first; for good fellowship's sake; and next; because I want the advice of our Phoenix here; our oracle; our paragon。  There; Mr。 Frank; can you construe that for me?  Speak low; though; gentlemen both; there comes my father; you had better give me the letter again。  Well; father; whence this morning?〃

〃Eh; company here?  Young men; you are always welcome; and such as you。  Would there were more of your sort in these dirty times!  How is your good mother; Frank; eh?  Where have I been; Will?  Round the house…farm; to look at the beeves。  That sheeted heifer of Prowse's is all wrong; her coat stares like a hedgepig's。  Tell Jewell to go up and bring her in before night。  And then up the forty acres; sprang two coveys; and picked a leash out of them。 The Irish hawk flies as wild as any haggard still; and will never make a bird。  I had to hand her to Tom; and take the little peregrine。  Give me a Clovelly hawk against the world; after all; andheigh ho; I am very hungry!  Half…past twelve; and dinner not served?  What; Master Amyas; spoiling your appetite with strong ale?  Better have tried sack; lad; have some now with me。〃

And the worthy old gentleman; having finished his oration; settled himself on a great bench inside the chimney; and put his hawk on a perch over his head; while his cockers coiled themselves up close to the warm peat…ashes; and his son set to work to pull off his father's boots; amid sundry warnings to take care of his corns。

〃Come; Master Amyas; a pint of white wine and sugar; and a bit of a shoeing…horn to it ere we dine。  Some pickled prawns; now; or a rasher off the coals; to whet you?〃

〃Thank you;〃 quoth Amyas; 〃but I have drunk a mort of outlandish liquors; better and worse; in the last three years; and yet never found aught to come up to good ale; which needs neither shoeing… horn before nor after; but takes care of itself; and of all honest stomachs too; I think。〃

〃You speak like a book; boy;〃 said old Cary; 〃and after all; what a plague comes of these newfangled hot wines; and aqua vitaes; which have come in since the wars; but maddening of the brains; and fever of the blood?〃

〃I fear we have not seen the end of that yet;〃 said Frank。  〃My friends write me from the Netherlands that our men are falling into a swinish trick of swilling like the Hollanders。  Heaven grant that they may not bring home the fashion with them。〃

〃A man must drink; they say; or die of the ague; in those vile swamps;〃 said Amyas。  〃When they get home here; they will not need it。〃

〃Heaven grant it;〃 said Frank; 〃I should be sorry to see Devonshire a drunken county; and there are many of our men out there with Mr。 Champernoun。〃

〃Ah;〃 said Cary; 〃there; as in Ireland; we are proving her majesty's saying true; that Devonshire is her right hand; and the young children thereof like the arrows in the hand of the giant。〃

〃They may well be;〃 said his son; 〃when some of them are giants themselves; like my tall school…fellow opposite。〃

〃He will be up and doing again presently; I'll warrant him;〃 said old Cary。

〃And that I shall;〃 quoth Amyas。  〃I have been devising brave deeds; and see in the distance enchanters to be bound; dragons choked; empires conquered; though not in Holland。〃

〃You do?〃 asked Will; a little sharply; for he had had a half suspicion that more was meant than met the ear。

〃Yes;〃 said Amyas; turning off his jest again; 〃I go to what Raleigh calls the Land of the Nymphs。  Another month; I hope; will see me abroad in Ireland。〃

〃Abroad?  Call it rather at home;〃 said old Cary; 〃for it is full of Devon men from end to end; and you will be among friends all day long。  George Bourchier from Tawstock has the army now in Munster; and Warham St。 Leger is marshal; George Carew is with Lord Grey of Wilton (Poor Peter Carew was killed at Glendalough); and after the defeat last year; when that villain Desmond cut off Herbert and Price; the companies were made up with six hundred Devon men; and Arthur Fortescue at their head; so that the old county holds her head as proudly in the Land of Ire as she does in the Low Countries and the Spanish Main。〃

〃And where;〃 asked Amyas; 〃is Davils of Marsland; who used to teach me how to catch trout; when I was staying down at Stow?  He is in Ireland; too; is he not?〃

〃Ah; my lad;〃 said Mr。 Cary; 〃that is a sad story。  I thought all England had known it。〃

〃You forget; sir; I am a stranger。  Surely he is not dead?〃

〃Murdered foully; lad!  Murdered like a dog; and by the man whom he had treated as his son; and who pretended; the false knave! to call him father。〃

〃His blood is avenged?〃 said Amyas; fiercely。

〃No; by heaven; not yet!  Stay; don't cry out again。  I am getting oldI must tell my story my own way。  It was last July;was it not; Will?Over comes to Ireland Saunders; one of those Jesuit foxes; as the Pope's legate; with money and bulls; and a banner hallowed by the Pope; and the devil knows what beside; and with him James Fitzmaurice; the same fellow who had sworn on his knees to Perrott; in the church at Kilmallock; to be a true liegeman to Queen Elizabeth; and confirmed it by all his saints; and such a world of his Irish howling; that Perrott told me he was fain to stop his own ears。  Well; he had been practising with the King of France; but got nothing but laughter for his pains; and so went over to the Most Catholic King; and promises him to join Ireland to Spain; and set up Popery again; and what not。  And he; I suppose; thinking it better that Ireland should belong to him than to the Pope's bastard; fits him out; and sends him off on such another errand as Stukely's;though I will say; for the honor of Devon; if Stukely lived like a fool; he died like an honest man。〃

〃Sir Thomas Stukely dead too?〃 said Amyas。

〃Wait a while; lad; and you shall have that tragedy afterwards。 Well; where was I?  Oh; Fitzmaurice and the Jesuits land at Smerwick; with three ships; choose a place for a fort; bless it with their holy water; and their moppings and their scourings; and the rest of it; to purify it from the stain of heretic dominion; but in the meanwhile one of the Courtenays;a Courtenay of Haccombe; was it?or a Courtenay of Boconnock?  Silence; Will; I shall have it in a minuteyes; a Courtenay of Haccombe it was; lying at anchor near by; in a ship of war of his; cuts out the three ships; and cuts off the Dons from the sea。  John and James Desmond; with some small rabble; go over to the Spaniards。  Earl Desmond will not join them; but will not fight them; and stands by to take the winning side; and then in comes poor Davils; sent down by the Lord Deputy to charge Desmond and his brothers; in the queen's name; to assault the Spaniards。  Folks say it was rash of his lordship: but I say; what could be better done?  Every one knows that there never was a stouter or shrewder so
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