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cern on discovering that the old gentleman was hurt.
“ God-a-mershy !” cried Mordecai, kindly putting his arms round the waist of the barrister, to raise him up,
66 vot a vonderful eschkape. How vosh you findt yoursel ? " The barrister looked deathly pale, and groaned. be so kind as to fetch a little vater?" said the considerate Jew; " vot if he vill not faint !" when taking him in his arms, and bringing him up the stairs, as he cried—“ Oh! oh!” Mordecai, wrinkling his brow, exclaimed—“ Godamighty forbid; vot if the old shentlemans has not proken some bones !” and placing him gently in the bar chair, in which he had just before been chaired, he added, “Do not scrouge about the old shentlemans so close; open the vinders-give him air-vilst I run for to fetch me a surgeon."
“ Stop! hold ! good Mordecai,” said Davenant ; “ here is a professional gentleman at hand.” Fortunately an army surgeon was amongst the cavaliers, who, carefully examining Prynne, declared that no bone was broken, but that the right shoulder was dislocated, when
Ingoldsby, Sir William, together with the aid of mine host, and the active Mordecai, in a few minutes restored it to its place; the two hostesses ministered their kind attentions in ordering towels, bathing his temples with hartshorn, and afterwards offering the old gentleman a nurse and a bed, which kind offer, the more kindly it was urged, just so much more obstinately was it refused by the stubborn precisian, who said he would rather give up the ghost on the highway-side, than rest upon the pillow of abomination under the roof of the ungodly, within the unhallowed walls of the evil doersthe devil and his drunken crew. Hence that chair, in which he had been borne about in mad frolic and revelry, was now soberly carried, bearing the barrister, his arm bound up, by a select body of the cavaliers, to his chambers in Lincoln's-Inn, whilst the old trumpeter and the fat cook proceeded to fisty cuffs at the foot of the stairs.
“ A murrain o'er your carcass !" exclaimed the fat cook, “ you have knocked the breath · out of my body, you beastly trumpeter-you hypocritical, grey-headed, canting sot. That
Jew-man—that Master Mordecai is a Christian ; but as for you—you are only fit to be put into the scullion's pan-mere kitchen-stuff, you republican cowardly old Cromwell-ite!”
Hold-me-fast, nettled at this attack from a new quarter, and being moreover a sturdy wight, seized the cook by the cravat, and attempted to shake him. “Coward ! sayest thou -hic—that is a new charge. Coward ! thou capon-killing—hic-dough-faced rabbit-skinner. Do you dare to insult a soger? One fearing the Lord—who has met the enemy, and fought for the holy cause-hic-fought in the army of saints, ancle deep in Christian blood, you cake-hearted cook! Can
look a man of war in the face, you dirty dripping-pan, you ? haha-ha, look at him, look at him, Shore-ha-haha, look at him, Swan-look at him, brother Swan-hic—thou bold goose-killer. from me,” giving him another shake, and thrusting the half strangled cook from him with indignation.
The enraged cook being liberated, sprang forward, and gave Hold-me-fast a merciless blow on the mouth, which sent him backwards;
when Shore interfering, tripped up the cook, saying, “ Take that, you dog, for striking a sodger-a drunken sodger.”
“ And do you take that,” said Phil. Colchester," giving Shore a swinger on the ear. “D--m the trumpeter that can't fight his own battles.”
“ That's my maxim,” added Gwynn, and immediately attacked Colchester, when Mordecai, flying down the stairs, rushed in between the combatants, dexterously catching first one blowon his right, and another on his left, “Leave your fightings and brawlings, you tdrunken schwines. Vy! if you go it at this rates, vy, who's to find the vindt to fill the trumpets to-morrow?” and looking at Hold-me-fast, who was sitting and spitting of blood, he added, “Strichke me clean tead, vy vot a mouth! blow me mine old preacher, vot if he has not spoilt your mouth for trumpeting for von viles, ha-ha-ha. Come, go to bed vith you all, go to bed, and go to shleep, and say your prayers, you shwine, and sober yourselves, and be fresh betimes to-morrow, to finish your job like honest men.”
" I'll not to bed, you beggar; lift me on my feet, you Jew, and let me have at that cowardly
goose-killer. Hallo, tapster, drawer-hicbring us some brandy, that I may wash my mouth. Bring me some brandy, I say."
“ Come, get you up you shwines,” said Mordecai, hoisting him on his legs again, “ vater vosh vot you vonts; here, mine good fellow, mashter drawer, just be so good as to fetch us a little vater and a towel.:'
“Water ! water, you thief-water-hic-hear you that, Master Shore.
Yes! well and good, I say if so-why let it be so. Then let us have some water,” staggering again into their quarters, where the table remained, just as they left it when they were summoned to chair the saint, and seating himself, he seized the bottle, saying, “ But first, I shall help myself to some wine, you cut-throat Israelite : come Shore, and you Swan, and you other old sogers, let us drink peace and good-will amongst each other. Have we not fought together-hic-and prayed together-and
“ And got schwinish tdrunk together-Schmite mine body and bones, vot of all the blackguards I vosh ever in company vith, if any bodies of men ever vosh like your trumpeters."