Ay,I know you have arsenic,Vitriol,sal-tartre,argaile,alkaly,Cinoper:I know all.--This fellow,Captain,Will come in time to be a great distiller,And give a say (I will not say directly,But very near)at the philosopher's stone.THE ALCHEMIST.
Tressilian and his attendants pressed their route with all dispatch.He had asked the smith,indeed,when their departure was resolved on,whether he would not rather choose to avoid Berkshire,in which he had played a part so conspicuous?But Wayland returned a confident answer.He had employed the short interval they passed at Lidcote Hall in transforming himself in a wonderful manner.His wild and overgrown thicket of beard was now restrained to two small moustaches on the upper lip,turned up in a military fashion.A tailor from the village of Lidcote (well paid)had exerted his skill,under his customer's directions,so as completely to alter Wayland's outward man,and take off from his appearance almost twenty years of age.
Formerly,besmeared with soot and charcoal,overgrown with hair,and bent double with the nature of his labour,disfigured too by his odd and fantastic dress,he seemed a man of fifty years old.
But now,in a handsome suit of Tressilian's livery,with a sword by his side and a buckler on his shoulder,he looked like a gay ruffling serving-man,whose age might be betwixt thirty and thirty-five,the very prime of human life.His loutish,savage-looking demeanour seemed equally changed,into a forward,sharp,and impudent alertness of look and action.
When challenged by Tressilian,who desired to know the cause of a metamorphosis so singular and so absolute,Wayland only answered by singing a stave from a comedy,which was then new,and was supposed,among the more favourable judges,to augur some genius on the part of the author.We are happy to preserve the couplet,which ran exactly thus,--Ban,ban,ca Caliban--
Get a new master--Be a new man.
Although Tressilian did not recollect the verses,yet they reminded him that Wayland had once been a stage player,a circumstance which,of itself,accounted indifferently well for the readiness with which he could assume so total a change of personal appearance.The artist himself was so confident of his disguise being completely changed,or of his having completely changed his disguise,which may be the more correct mode of speaking,that he regretted they were not to pass near his old place of retreat.
I could venture,he said,in my present dress,and with your worship's backing,to face Master Justice Blindas,even on a day of Quarter Sessions;and I would like to know what is become of Hobgoblin,who is like to play the devil in the world,if he can once slip the string,and leave his granny and his dominie.--Ay,and the scathed vault!he said;I would willingly have seen what havoc the explosion of so much gunpowder has made among Doctor Demetrius Doboobie's retorts and phials.I warrant me,my fame haunts the Vale of the Whitehorse long after my body is rotten;and that many a lout ties up his horse,lays down his silver groat,and pipes like a sailor whistling in a calm for Wayland Smith to come and shoe his tit for him.But the horse will catch the founders ere the smith answers the call.In this particular,indeed,Wayland proved a true prophet;and so easily do fables rise,that an obscure tradition of his extraordinary practice in farriery prevails in the Vale of Whitehorse even unto this day;and neither the tradition of Alfred's Victory,nor of the celebrated Pusey Horn,are better preserved in Berkshire than the wild legend of Wayland Smith.
[See Note 2,Legend of Wayland Smith.]
The haste of the travellers admitted their ****** no stay upon their journey,save what the refreshment of the horses required;and as many of the places through which they passed were under the influence of the Earl of Leicester,or persons immediately dependent on him,they thought it prudent to disguise their names and the purpose of their journey.On such occasions the agency of Wayland Smith (by which name we shall continue to distinguish the artist,though his real name was Lancelot Wayland)was extremely serviceable.He seemed,indeed,to have a pleasure in displaying the alertness with which he could baffle investigation,and amuse himself by putting the curiosity of tapsters and inn-keepers on a false scent.During the course of their brief journey,three different and inconsistent reports were circulated by him on their account--namely,first,that Tressilian was the Lord Deputy of Ireland,come over in disguise to take the Queen's pleasure concerning the great rebel Rory Oge MacCarthy MacMahon;secondly,that the said Tressilian was an agent of Monsieur,coming to urge his suit to the hand of Elizabeth;thirdly,that he was the Duke of Medina,come over,incognito,to adjust the quarrel betwixt Philip and that princess.
Tressilian was angry,and expostulated with the artist on the various inconveniences,and,in particular,the unnecessary degree of attention to which they were subjected by the figments he thus circulated;but he was pacified (for who could be proof against such an argument?)by Wayland's assuring him that a general importance was attached to his own (Tressilian's)striking presence,which rendered it necessary to give an extraordinary reason for the rapidity and secrecy of his journey.
At length they approached the metropolis,where,owing to the more general recourse of strangers,their appearance excited neither observation nor inquiry,and finally they entered London itself.
It was Tressilian's purpose to go down directly to Deptford,where Lord Sussex resided,in order to be near the court,then held at Greenwich,the favourite residence of Elizabeth,and honoured as her birthplace.Still a brief halt in London was necessary;and it was somewhat prolonged by the earnest entreaties of Wayland Smith,who desired permission to take a walk through the city.
