Nay, Mike, replied his uncle, as eighteen years have gone over thy head, and I trust thou art somewhat amended in thy conditions, thou shalt not leave my house at this hour, and shalt een have whatever in reason you list to call for. But I would I knew that that purse of thine, which thou vapourest of, were as well come by as it seems well filled.
Here is an infidel for you, my good neighbours! said Lambourne, again appealing to the audience. Heres a fellow will rip up his kinsmans follies of a good score of years standing. And for the gold, why, sirs, I have been where it grew, and was to be had for the gathering. In the New World have I been, man in the Eldorado, where urchins play at cherry-pit with diamonds, and country wenches thread rubies for necklaces, instead of rowan-tree berries; where the pantiles are made of pure gold, and the paving-stones of virgin silver.
By my credit, friend Mike, said young Laurence Goldthred, the cutting mercer of Abingdon, that were a likely coast to trade to. And what may lawns, cypruses, and ribands fetch, where gold is so plenty?
Oh, the profit were unutterable, replied Lambourne, especially when a handsome young merchant bears the pack himself; for the ladies of that clime are bona-robas, and being themselves somewhat sunburnt, they catch fire like tinder at a fresh complexion like thine, with a head of hair inclining to be red.
I would I might trade thither, said the mercer, chuckling.
Why, and so thou mayest, said Michael that is, if thou art the same brisk boy who was partner with me at robbing the Abbots orchard. Tis but a little touch of alchemy to decoct thy house and land into ready money, and that ready money into a tall ship, with sails, anchors, cordage, and all things conforming; then clap thy warehouse of goods under hatches, put fifty good fellows on deck, with myself to command them, and so hoist topsails, and hey for the New World!
Thou hast taught him a secret, kinsman, said Giles Gosling, to decoct, an that be the word, his pound into a penny and his webs into a thread. Take a fools advice, neighbour Goldthred. Tempt not the sea, for she is a devourer. Let cards and cockatrices do their worst, thy fathers bales may bide a banging for a year or two ere thou comest to the Spital; but the sea hath a bottomless appetite, she would swallow the wealth of Lombard Street in a morning, as easily as I would a poached egg and a cup of clary. And for my kinsmans Eldorado, never trust me if I do not believe he has found it in the pouches of some such gulls as thyself. But take no snuff in the nose about it; fall to and welcome, for here comes the supper, and I heartily bestow it on all that will take share, in honour of my hopeful nephews return, always trusting that he has come home another man. In faith, kinsman, thou art as like my poor sister as ever was son to mother.
Not quite so like old Benedict Lambourne, her husband, though, said the mercer, nodding and winking. Dost thou remember, Mike, what thou saidst when the schoolmasters ferule was over thee for striking up thy fathers crutches? it is a wise child, saidst thou, that knows its own father. Dr. Bircham laughed till he cried again, and his crying saved yours.
Well, he made it up to me many a day after, said Lambourne; and how is the worthy pedagogue?
Dead, said Giles Gosling, this many a day since.
That he is, said the clerk of the parish; I sat by his bed the whilst. He passed away in a blessed frame. MORIOR MORTUUS SUM VEL FUI MORI these were his latest words; and he just added, my last verb is conjugated.
Well, peace be with him, said Mike, he owes me nothing.
No, truly, replied Goldthred; and every lash which he laid on thee, he always was wont to say, he spared the hangman a labour.
One would have thought he left him little to do then, said the clerk; and yet Goodman Thong had no sinecure of it with our friend, after all.
VOTO A DIOS! exclaimed Lambourne, his patience appearing to fail him, as he snatched his broad, slouched hat from the table and placed it on his head, so that the shadow gave the sinister expression of a Spanish brave to eyes and features which naturally boded nothing pleasant. Harkee, my masters all is fair among friends, and under the rose; and I have already permitted my worthy uncle here, and all of you, to use your pleasure with the frolics of my nonage. But I carry sword and dagger, my good friends, and can use them lightly too upon occasion. I have learned to be dangerous upon points of honour ever since I served the Spaniard, and I would not have you provoke me to the degree of falling foul.
Why, what would you do? said the clerk.
Ay, sir, what would you do? said the mercer, bustling up on the other side of the table.
Slit your throat, and spoil your Sundays quavering, Sir Clerk, said Lambourne fiercely; cudgel you, my worshipful dealer in flimsy sarsenets, into one of your own bales.
Come, come, said the host, interposing, I will have no swaggering here. Nephew, it will become you best to show no haste to take offence; and you, gentlemen, will do well to remember, that if you are in an inn, still you are the inn-keepers guests, and should spare the honour of his family. I protest your silly broils make me as oblivious as yourself; for yonder sits my silent guest as I call him, who hath been my two days inmate, and hath never spoken a word, save to ask for his food and his reckoning gives no more trouble than a very peasant pays his shot like a prince royal looks but at the sum total of the reckoning, and does not know what day he shall go away. Oh, tis a jewel of a guest! and yet, hang-dog that I am, I have suffered him to sit by himself like a castaway in yonder obscure nook, without so much as asking him to take bite or sup along with us. It were but the right guerdon of my incivility were he to set off to the Hare and Tabor before the night grows older.
With his white napkin gracefully arranged over his left arm, his velvet cap laid aside for the moment, and his best silver flagon in his right hand, mine host walked up to the solitary guest whom he mentioned, and thereby turned upon him the eyes of the assembled company.
He was a man aged betwixt twenty-five and thirty, rather above the middle size, dressed with plainness and decency, yet bearing an air of ease which almost amounted to dignity, and which seemed to infer that his habit was rather beneath his rank. His countenance was reserved and thoughtful, with dark hair and dark eyes; the last, upon any momentary excitement, sparkled with uncommon lustre, but on other occasions had the same meditative and tranquil cast which was exhibited by his features. The busy curiosity of the little village had been employed to discover his name and quality, as well as his business at Cumnor; but nothing had transpired on either subject which could lead to its gratification. Giles Gosling, head-borough of the place, and a steady friend to Queen Elizabeth and the Protestant religion, was at one time inclined to suspect his guest of being a Jesuit, or seminary priest, of whom Rome and Spain sent at this time so many to grace the gallows in England. But it was scarce possible to retain such a prepossession against a guest who gave so little trouble, paid his reckoning so regularly, and who proposed, as it seemed, to make a considerable stay at the bonny Black Bear.
Papists, argued Giles Gosling, are a pinching, close-fisted race, and this man would have found a lodging with the wealthy squire at Bessellsey, or with the old Knight at Wootton, or in some other of their Roman dens, instead of living in a house of public entertainment, as every honest man and good Christian should. Besides, on Friday he stuck by the salt beef and carrot, though there were as good spitch-cocked eels on the board as ever were taen out of the Isis.