I say,the noble Earl of Leicester!He that does me not reason is a swine of Sussex,and I'll make him kneel to the pledge,if Ishould cut his hams and smoke them for bacon.None disputed a pledge given under such formidable penalties;and Michael Lambourne,whose drunken humour was not of course diminished by this new potation,went on in the same wild way,renewing his acquaintance with such of the guests as he had formerly known,and experiencing a reception in which there was now something of deference mingled with a good deal of fear;for the least servitor of the favourite Earl,especially such a man as Lambourne,was,for very sufficient reasons,an object both of the one and of the other.
In the meanwhile,the old man,seeing his guide in this uncontrollable humour,ceased to remonstrate with him,and sitting down in the most obscure corner of the room,called for a small measure of sack,over which he seemed,as it were,to slumber,withdrawing himself as much as possible from general observation,and doing nothing which could recall his existence to the recollection of his fellow-traveller,who by this time had got into close intimacy with his ancient comrade,Goldthred of Abingdon.
Never believe me,bully Mike,said the mercer,if I am not as glad to see thee as ever I was to see a customer's money!Why,thou canst give a friend a sly place at a mask or a revel now,Mike;ay,or,I warrant thee,thou canst say in my lord's ear,when my honourable lord is down in these parts,and wants a Spanish ruff or the like--thou canst say in his ear,There is mine old friend,young Lawrence Goldthred of Abingdon,has as good wares,lawn,tiffany,cambric,and so forth--ay,and is as pretty a piece of man's flesh,too,as is in Berkshire,and will ruffle it for your lordship with any man of his inches;and thou mayest say--I can say a hundred d--d lies besides,mercer,answered Lambourne;what,one must not stand upon a good word for a friend!Here is to thee,Mike,with all my heart,said the mercer;and thou canst tell one the reality of the new fashions too.Here was a rogue pedlar but now was crying up the old-fashioned Spanish nether-stock over the Gascoigne hose,although thou seest how well the French hose set off the leg and knee,being adorned with parti-coloured garters and garniture in conformity.Excellent,excellent,replied Lambourne;why,thy limber bit of a thigh,thrust through that bunch of slashed buckram and tiffany,shows like a housewife's distaff when the flax is half spun off!Said I not so?said the mercer,whose shallow brain was now overflowed in his turn;where,then,where be this rascal pedlar?--there was a pedlar here but now,methinks.--Mine host,where the foul fiend is this pedlar?Where wise men should be,Master Goldthred,replied Giles Gosling;even shut up in his private chamber,telling over the sales of to-day,and preparing for the custom of to-morrow.Hang him,a mechanical chuff!said the mercer;but for shame,it were a good deed to ease him of his wares--a set of peddling knaves,who stroll through the land,and hurt the established trader.There are good fellows in Berkshire yet,mine host--your pedlar may be met withal on Maiden Castle.Ay,replied mine host,laughing,and he who meets him may meet his match--the pedlar is a tall man.Is he?said Goldthred.
Is he?replied the host;ay,by cock and pie is he--the very pedlar he who raddled Robin Hood so tightly,as the song says,--'Now Robin Hood drew his sword so good,The pedlar drew his brand,And he hath raddled him,Robin Hood,Till he neither could see nor stand.'Hang him,foul scroyle,let him pass,said the mercer;if he be such a one,there were small worship to be won upon him.--And now tell me,Mike--my honest Mike,how wears the Hollands you won of me?Why,well,as you may see,Master Goldthred,answered Mike;Iwill bestow a pot on thee for the handsel.--Fill the flagon,Master Tapster.Thou wilt win no more Hollands,think,on such wager,friend Mike,said the mercer;for the sulky swain,Tony Foster,rails at thee all to nought,and swears you shall ne'er darken his doors again,for that your oaths are enough to blow the roof off a Christian man's dwelling.Doth he say so,the mincing,hypocritical miser?vociferated Lambourne.Why,then,he shall come down and receive my commands here,this blessed night,under my uncle's roof!And Iwill ring him such a black sanctus,that he shall think the devil hath him by the skirts for a month to come,for barely hearing me.Nay,now the pottle-pot is uppermost,with a witness!said the mercer.Tony Foster obey thy whistle!Alas!good Mike,go sleep--go sleep.I tell thee what,thou thin-faced gull,said Michael Lambourne,in high chafe,I will wager thee fifty angels against the first five shelves of thy shop,numbering upward from the false light,with all that is on them,that I make Tony Foster come down to this public-house before we have finished three rounds.I will lay no bet to that amount,said the mercer,something sobered by an offer which intimated rather too private a knowledge on Lambourne's part of the secret recesses of his shop.
