PISTOL.And tidings do I bring,and lucky joys,And happy news of price.
FALSTAFF.I prithee now deliver them like to men of this world.
PISTOL.A foutra for the world,and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa,and golden joys.HENRY IV.PART II.
The public room of the Black Bear at Cumnor,to which the scene of our story now returns,boasted,on the evening which we treat of,no ordinary assemblage of guests.There had been a fair in the neighbourhood,and the cutting mercer of Abingdon,with some of the other personages whom the reader has already been made acquainted with,as friends and customers of Giles Gosling,had already formed their wonted circle around the evening fire,and were talking over the news of the day.
A lively,bustling,arch fellow,whose pack,and oaken ellwand studded duly with brass points,denoted him to be of Autolycus's profession,occupied a good deal of the attention,and furnished much of the amusement,of the evening.The pedlars of those days,it must be remembered,were men of far greater importance than the degenerate and degraded hawkers of our modern times.It was by means of these peripatetic venders that the country trade,in the finer manufactures used in female dress particularly,was almost entirely carried on;and if a merchant of this description arrived at the dignity of travelling with a pack-horse,he was a person of no small consequence,and company for the most substantial yeoman or franklin whom he might meet in his wanderings.
The pedlar of whom we speak bore,accordingly,an active and unrebuked share in the merriment to which the rafters of the bonny Black Bear of Cumnor resounded.He had his smile with pretty Mistress Cicely,his broad laugh with mine host,and his jest upon dashing Master Goldthred,who,though indeed without any such benevolent intention on his own part,was the general butt of the evening.The pedlar and he were closely engaged in a dispute upon the preference due to the Spanish nether-stock over the black Gascoigne hose,and mine host had just winked to the guests around him,as who should say,You will have mirth presently,my masters,when the trampling of horses was heard in the courtyard,and the hostler was loudly summoned,with a few of the newest oaths then in vogue to add force to the invocation.
Out tumbled Will Hostler,John Tapster,and all the militia of the inn,who had slunk from their posts in order to collect some scattered crumbs of the mirth which was flying about among the customers.Out into the yard sallied mine host himself also,to do fitting salutation to his new guests;and presently returned,ushering into the apartment his own worthy nephew,Michael Lambourne,pretty tolerably drunk,and having under his escort the astrologer.Alasco,though still a little old man,had,by altering his gown to a riding-dress,trimming his beard and eyebrows,and so forth,struck at least a score of years from his apparent age,and might now seem an active man of sixty,or little upwards.He appeared at present exceedingly anxious,and had insisted much with Lambourne that they should not enter the inn,but go straight forward to the place of their destination.
But Lambourne would not be controlled.By Cancer and Capricorn,he vociferated,and the whole heavenly host,besides all the stars that these blessed eyes of mine have seen sparkle in the southern heavens,to which these northern blinkers are but farthing candles,I will be unkindly for no one's humour--I will stay and salute my worthy uncle here.Chesu!that good blood should ever be forgotten betwixt friends!--A gallon of your best,uncle,and let it go round to the health of the noble Earl of Leicester!What!shall we not collogue together,and warm the cockles of our ancient kindness?--shall we not collogue,I say?With all my heart,kinsman,said mine host,who obviously wished to be rid of him;but are you to stand shot to all this good liquor?This is a question has quelled many a jovial toper,but it moved not the purpose of Lambourne's soul,Question my means,nuncle?he said,producing a handful of mixed gold and silver pieces;question Mexico and Peru--question the Queen's exchequer--God save her Majesty!--she is my good Lord's good mistress.Well,kinsman,said mine host,it is my business to sell wine to those who can buy it--so,Jack Tapster,do me thine office.
But I would I knew how to come by money as lightly as thou dost,Mike.Why,uncle,said Lambourne,I will tell thee a secret.Dost see this little old fellow here?as old and withered a chip as ever the devil put into his porridge--and yet,uncle,between you and me--he hath Potosi in that brain of his--'sblood!he can coin ducats faster than I can vent oaths.I will have none of his coinage in my purse,though,Michael,said mine host;I know what belongs to falsifying the Queen's coin.Thou art an ass,uncle,for as old as thou art.--Pull me not by the skirts,doctor,thou art an ass thyself to boot--so,being both asses,I tell ye I spoke but metaphorically.Are you mad?'said the old man;is the devil in you?Can you not let us begone without drawing all men's eyes on us?Sayest thou?said Lambourne.Thou art deceived now--no man shall see you,an I give the word.--By heavens,masters,an any one dare to look on this old gentleman,I will slash the eyes out of his head with my poniard!--So sit down,old friend,and be merry;these are mine ingles--mine ancient inmates,and will betray no man.Had you not better withdraw to a private apartment,nephew?said Giles Gosling.You speak strange matter,he added,and there be intelligencers everywhere.I care not for them,said the magnanimous Michael--intelligencers?pshaw!I serve the noble Earl of Leicester.
--Here comes the wine.--Fill round,Master Skinker,a carouse to the health of the flower of England,the noble Earl of Leicester!
