Enter the slow-moving, hooded-faced, down-looking plaintiffs.--
And first the widow, with a sorrowful countenance, though half-veiled, pitying her daughter more than herself. The people, the women especially, who on this occasion will be five-sixths of the spectators, reproaching her--You"d have the conscience, would you, to have five such brave gentlemen as these hanged for you know not what?
Next comes the poor maid--who, perhaps, has been ravished twenty times before; and had not appeared now, but for company-sake; mincing, simpering, weeping, by turns; not knowing whether she should be sorry or glad.
But every eye dwells upon Miss!--See, see, the handsome gentleman bows to her!
To the very ground, to be sure, I shall bow; and kiss my hand.
See her confusion! see! she turns from him!--Ay! that"s because it is in open court, cries an arch one!--While others admire her--Ay! that"s a girl worth venturing one"s neck for!
Then we shall be praised--even the judges, and the whole crowded bench, will acquit us in their hearts! and every single man wish he had been me!
--the women, all the time, disclaiming prosecution, were the case to be their own. To be sure, Belford, the sufferers cannot put half so good a face upon the matter as we.
Then what a noise will this matter make!--Is it not enough, suppose us moving from the prison to the sessions-house,* to make a n.o.ble heart thump it away most gloriously, when such an one finds himself attended to his trial by a parade of guards and officers, of miens and aspects warlike and unwarlike; himself of their whole care, and their business!
weapons in their hands, some bright, some rusty, equally venerable for their antiquity and inoffensiveness! others of more authoritative demeanour, strutting before with fine painted staves! shoals of people following, with a Which is he whom the young lady appears against?-- Then, let us look down, look up, look round, which way we will, we shall see all the doors, the shops, the windows, the sign-irons, and balconies, (garrets, gutters, and chimney-tops included,) all white-capt, black- hooded, and periwigg"d, or crop-ear"d up by the immobile vulgus: while the floating street-swarmers, who have seen us pa.s.s by at one place, run with stretched-out necks, and strained eye-b.a.l.l.s, a roundabout way, and elbow and shoulder themselves into places by which we have not pa.s.sed, in order to obtain another sight of us; every street continuing to pour out its swarms of late-comers, to add to the gathering s...o...b..ll; who are content to take descriptions of our persons, behaviour, and countenances, from those who had the good fortune to have been in time to see us.
* Within these few years past, a pa.s.sage has been made from the prison to the sessions-house, whereby malefactors are carried into court without going through the street. Lovelace"s triumph on their supposed march shows the wisdom of this alteration.
Let me tell thee, Jack, I see not why (to judge according to our principles and practices) we should not be as much elated in our march, were this to happen to us, as others may be upon any other the most mob- attracting occasion--suppose a lord-mayor on his gawdy--suppose a victorious general, or amba.s.sador, on his public entry--suppose (as I began with the lowest) the grandest parade that can be supposed, a coronation--for, in all these, do not the royal guard, the heroic trained-bands, the pendent, clinging throngs of spectators, with their waving heads rolling to-and-fro from house-tops to house-bottoms and street-ways, as I have above described, make the princ.i.p.al part of the raree-show?
And let me ask thee, if thou dost not think, that either the mayor, the amba.s.sador, or the general would not make very pitiful figures on their galas, did not the trumpets and tabrets call together the canaille to gaze at them?--Nor perhaps should we be the most guilty heroes neither: for who knows how the magistrate may have obtained his gold chain? while the general probably returns from cutting of throats, and from murders, sanctified by custom only.--Caesar, we are told,* had won, at the age of fifty-six, when he was a.s.sa.s.sinated, fifty pitched battles, had taken by a.s.sault above a thousand towns, and slain near 1,200,000 men; I suppose exclusive of those who fell on his own side in slaying them. Are not you and I, Jack, innocent men, and babes in swaddling-clothes, compared to Caesar, and to his predecessor in heroism, Alexander, dubbed, for murders and depredation, Magnus?
* Pliny gives this account, putting the number of men slain at 1,100,092.
See also Lipsius de Constandia.
The princ.i.p.al difference that strikes me in the comparison between us and the mayor, the amba.s.sador, the general, on their gawdies, is, that the mob make a greater noise, a louder huzzaing, in the one case than the other, which is called acclamation, and ends frequently in higher taste, by throwing dead animals at one another, before they disperse; in which they have as much joy, as in the former part of the triumph: while they will attend us with all the marks of an awful or silent (at most only a whispering) respect; their mouths distended, as if set open with gags, and their voices generally lost in goggle-ey"d admiration.
Well, but suppose, after all, we are convicted; what have we to do, but in time make over our estates, that the sheriffs may not revel in our spoils?--There is no fear of being hanged for such a crime as this, while we have money or friends.--And suppose even the worst, that two or three were to die, have we not a chance, each man of us, to escape? The devil"s in them, if they"ll hang five for ravishing three!
I know I shall get off for one--were it but for family sake: and being a handsome fellow, I shall have a dozen or two young maidens, all dressed in white, go to court to beg my life--and what a pretty show they will make, with their white hoods, white gowns, white petticoats, white scarves, white gloves, kneeling for me, with their white handkerchiefs at their eyes, in two pretty rows, as his Majesty walks through them and nods my pardon for their sakes!--And, if once pardoned, all is over: for, Jack, in a crime of this nature there lies no appeal, as in a murder.
So thou seest the worst that can happen, should we not make the grand tour upon this occasion, but stay and take our trials. But it is most likely, that they will not prosecute at all. If not, no risque on our side will be run; only taking our pleasure abroad, at the worst; leaving friends tired of us, in order, after a time, to return to the same friends endeared to us, as we to them, by absence.
This, Jack, is my scheme, at the first running. I know it is capable of improvement--for example: I can land these ladies in France; whip over before they can get a pa.s.sage back, or before Hickman can have recovered his fright; and so find means to entrap my beloved on board--and then all will be right; and I need not care if I were never to return to England.
Memorandum, To be considered of--Whether, in order to complete my vengeance, I cannot contrive to kidnap away either James Harlowe or Solmes? or both? A man, Jack, would not go into exile for nothing.
LETTER LV
MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ.
If, Belford, thou likest not my plot upon Miss Howe, I have three or four more as good in my own opinion; better, perhaps, they will be in thine: and so "tis but getting loose from thy present engagement, and thou shalt pick and choose. But as for thy three brethren, they must do as I would have them: and so, indeed, must thou--Else why am I your general? But I will refer this subject to its proper season. Thou knowest, that I never absolutely conclude upon a project, till "tis time for execution; and then lightning strikes not quicker than I.
And now to the subject next my heart.
Wilt thou believe me, when I tell thee, that I have so many contrivances rising up and crowding upon me for preference, with regard to my Gloriana, that I hardly know which to choose?--I could tell thee of no less than six princely ones, any of which must do. But as the dear creature has not grudged giving me trouble, I think I ought not, in grat.i.tude, to spare combustibles for her; but, on the contrary, to make her stare and stand aghast, by springing three or four mines at once.
Thou remembrest what Shakespeare, in his Troilus and Cressida, makes Hector, who, however, is not used to boast, say to Achilles in an interview between them; and which, applied to this watchful lady, and to the vexation she has given me, and to the certainty I now think I have of subduing her, will run thus: supposing the charmer before me; and I meditating her sweet person from head to foot:
Henceforth, O watchful fair-one, guard thee well: For I"ll not kill thee there! nor there! nor there!
But, by the zone that circles Venus" waist, I"ll kill thee ev"ry where; yea, o"er and o"er.-- Thou, wisest Belford, pardon me this brag: Her watchfulness draws folly from my lips; But I"ll endeavour deeds to match the words, Or I may never----
Then I imagine thee interposing to qualify my impatience, as Ajax did to Achilles:
----Do not chafe thee, cousin: ----And let these threats alone, Till accident or purpose bring thee to it.
All that vexes me, in the midst of my gloried-in devices, is, that there is a sorry fellow in the world, who has presumed to question, whether the prize, when obtained, is worthy of the pains it costs me: yet knows, with what patience and trouble a bird-man will spread an acre of ground with gins and snares; set up his stalking horse, his gla.s.ses; plant his decoy- birds, and invite the feathered throng by his whistle; and all his prize at last (the reward of early hours, and of a whole morning"s pains) only a simple linnet.
To be serious, Belford, I must acknowledge, that all our pursuits, from childhood to manhood, are only trifles of different sort and sizes, proportioned to our years and views: but then is not a fine woman the n.o.blest trifle, that ever was or could be obtained by man?--And to what purpose do we say obtained, if it be not in the way we wish for?--If a man is rather to be her prize, than she his?
And now, Belford, what dost think?
That thou art a cursed fellow, if--
If--no if"s--but I shall be very sick to-morrow. I shall, "faith.
Sick!--Why sick? What a-devil shouldst thou be sick for?
For more good reasons than one, Jack.
I should be glad to hear but one.--Sick, quotha! Of all thy roguish inventions I should not have thought of this.
Perhaps thou thinkest my view to be, to draw the lady to my bedside.
That"s a trick of three or four thousand years old; and I should find it much more to my purpose, if I could get to her"s. However, I"ll condescend to make thee as wise as myself.
I am excessively disturbed about this smuggling scheme of Miss Howe. I have no doubt, that my fair-one, were I to make an attempt, and miscarry, will fly from me, if she can. I once believed she loved me: but now I doubt whether she does or not: at least, that it is with such an ardour, as Miss Howe calls it, as will make her overlook a premeditated fault, should I be guilty of one.
And what will being sick do for thee?
Have patience. I don"t intend to be so very bad as Dorcas shall represent me to be. But yet I know I shall reach confoundedly, and bring up some clotted blood. To be sure, I shall break a vessel: there"s no doubt of that: and a bottle of Eaton"s styptic shall be sent for; but no doctor. If she has humanity, she will be concerned. But if she has love, let it have been pushed ever so far back, it will, on this occasion, come forward, and show itself; not only in her eye, but in every line of her sweet face.
I will be very intrepid. I will not fear death, or any thing else. I will be sure of being well in an hour or two, having formerly found great benefit by this astringent medicine, on occasion of an inward bruise by a fall from my horse in hunting, of which perhaps this malady may be the remains. And this will show her, that though those about me may make the most of it, I do not; and so can have no design in it.
Well, methinks thou sayest, I begin to think tolerably of this device.
I knew thou wouldst, when I explained myself. Another time prepare to wonder; and banish doubt.