Part 87 (2/2)
Silence being again restored, the first divinity came forward once more, and spoke thus:-
'Dread lord! thy Majesty hath stricken dumb His weaker G.o.d-head; if to himself he come, Unto thy service straight he will commend These foresters, and charge them to attend Thy pleasure in this park, and show such sport; To the chief huntsman and thy princely court, As the small circle of this round affords, And be more ready than he was in words.”[5]
”Weel spoken, and to the purpose, gude fallow,” cried James. ”And we take this opportunity of a.s.suring our worthy host, in the presence of his other guests, that we have never had better sport in park or forest than we have this day enjoyed-have never eaten better cheer, nor quaffed better wine than at his board-and, altogether, have never been more hospitably welcomed.”
Sir Richard was overwhelmed by his Majesty's commendation.
”I have done nothing, my gracious liege,” he said, ”to merit such acknowledgment on your part, and the delight I experience is only tempered by my utter unworthiness.”
”Hoot-toot! man,” replied James, jocularly, ”ye merit a vast deal mair than we hae said to you. But gude folk dinna always get their deserts. Ye ken that, Sir Richard. And now, hae ye not some ither drolleries in store for us?”
The baronet replied in the affirmative, and soon afterwards the stage was occupied by a new cla.s.s of performers, and a drollery commenced which kept the audience in one continual roar of laughter so long as it lasted. And yet none of the parts had been studied, the actors entirely trusting to their own powers of comedy to carry it out. The princ.i.p.al character was the Cap Justice, enacted by Sir John Finett, who took occasion in the course of the performance to lampoon and satirise most of the eminent legal characters of the day, mimicking the voices and manner of the three justices-Crooke, Hoghton, and Doddridge-so admirably, that his hearers were wellnigh convulsed; and the three learned gentlemen, who sat near the King, though fully conscious of the ridicule applied to them, were obliged to laugh with the rest. But the unsparing satirist was not content with this, but went on, with most of the other attendants upon the King, and being intimately versed in court scandal, he directed his lash with telling effect. As a contrast to the malicious pleasantry of the Cap Justice, were the gambols and jests of Robin Goodfellow-a merry imp, who, if he led people into mischief, was always ready to get them out of it. Then there was a dance by Bill Huckler, old Crambo, and Tom o' Bedlam, the half-crazed individual already mentioned as being among the crowd in the base court. This was applauded to the echo, and consequently repeated. But the most diverting scene of all was that in which Jem Tospot and the three Doll w.a.n.gos appeared. Though given in the broadest vernacular of the county, and scarcely intelligible to the whole of the company, the dialogue of this part of the piece was so lifelike and natural, that every one recognised its truth; while the situations, arranged with the slightest effort, and on the spur of the moment, were extremely ludicrous. The scene was supposed to take place in a small Lancas.h.i.+re alehouse, where a jovial pedlar was carousing, and where, being visited by his three sweethearts-each of whom he privately declared to be the favourite-he had to reconcile their differences, and keep them all in good-humour. Familiar with the character in all its aspects, Nicholas played it to the life; and, to do them justice, Dames Baldwyn, Tetlow, and Nance Redferne, were but little if at all inferior to him. There was a reality in their jealous quarrelling that gave infinite zest to the performance.
”Saul o' my body!” exclaimed James, admiringly, ”those are three braw women. Ane of them maun be sax feet if she is an inch, and weel made and weel favourt too. Zounds! Sir Richard, there's nae standing the spells o' your Lancas.h.i.+re Witches. High-born and low-born, they are a' alike. I wad their only witchcraft lay in their een. I should then hae the less fear of 'em. But have you aught mair? for it is growing late, and ye ken we hae something to do in that pavilion.”
”Only a merry dance, my liege, in which a man will appear in a dendrological foliage of fronds,” replied the baronet.
James laughed at the description, and soon afterwards a party of mummers, male and female, clad in various grotesque garbs, appeared on the stage. In the midst of them was the ”dendrological man,” enclosed in a framework of green boughs, like that borne by a modern Jack-in-the-green. A ring was formed by the mummers, and the round commenced to lively music.
While the mazy measure was proceeding, Nance Redferne, who had quitted the stage with Nicholas, and now stood close to him among the spectators, said in a low tone, ”Look there!”
The squire glanced in the direction indicated, and to his surprise and terror, distinguished, among the crowd at a little distance, the figure of a Cistertian monk.
”He is invisible to every eye except our own,” whispered Nance, ”and is come to tell me it is time.”
”Time for what?” demanded Nicholas.
”Time for you to seize those two accursed Devices, Jem and his mother,” replied Nance. ”They are both on yon boards. Jem is the man in the tree, and Elizabeth is the owd crone in the red kirtle and high-crowned hat. Yo win knoa her feaw feace when yo pluck off her mask.”
”The monk is gone,” cried Nicholas; ”I have kept my eyes steadily fixed on him, and he has melted into air. What has he to do with the Devices?”
”He is their fate,” returned Nance, ”an ey ha' acted under his orders. Boh mount, an seize them. Ey win ge wi' ye.”
Forcing his way through the crowd, Nicholas ran up the steps, and, followed by Nance, sprang upon the stage. His appearance occasioned considerable surprise; but as he was recognised by the spectators as the jolly Jem Tospot, who had so recently diverted them, and his companion as one of the three Doll w.a.n.gos, in antic.i.p.ation of some more fun they received him with a round of applause. But without stopping to acknowledge it, or being for a moment diverted from his purpose, Nicholas seized the old crone, and, consigning her to Nance, caught hold of the leafy frame in which the man was encased, and pulled him from under it. But he began to think he had unkennelled the wrong fox, for the man, though a tall fellow, bore no resemblance to Jem Device; while, when the crone's mask was plucked off, she was found to be a comely young woman. Meanwhile, all around was in an uproar, and amidst a hurricane of hisses, yells, and other indications of displeasure from the spectators, several of the mummers demanded the meaning of such a strange and unwarrantable proceeding.
”They are a couple of witches,” cried Nicholas; ”this is Jem Device and his mother Elizabeth.”
”My name is nother Jem nor Device,” cried the man.
”Nor mine Elizabeth,” screamed the woman.
”We know the Devices,” cried two or three voices, ”and these are none of 'em.”
Nicholas was perplexed. The storm increased; threats accompanied the hisses; when luckily he espied a ring on the man's finger. He instantly seized his hand, and held it up to the general gaze.
”A proof!-a proof!” he cried. ”This sapphire ring was given by the King to my cousin, Richard a.s.sheton, this morning, and stolen from him by Jem Device.”
”Examine their features again,” said Nance Redferne, waving her hands over them. ”Yo win aw knoa them now.”
The woman's face instantly altered. Many years being added to it in a breath. The man changed equally. The utmost astonishment was evinced by all at the transformation, and the bystanders who had spoken before, now cried out loudly-”We know them perfectly now. They are the two Devices.”
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