Quoth Patteson: "Fool and fayr lady will cheat 'em yet."

At the stairs lay a wherry with a couple of boatmen. We went down the

river quietlie enow--nor lookt I up till aneath the bridge gate, when,

casting up one fearsome look, I beheld the dark outline of the ghastly

yet precious relic; and falling into a tremour, did wring my hands and

exclaim, "Alas, alas! That head hath lain full manie a time in my lap,

woulde God it lay there now!" When o' suddain, I saw the pole tremble

and sway towardes me; and stretching forth my apron I did, in an extasy

of gladness, pity, and horror, catch its burthen as it fell.

Patteson, shuddering, yet grinning, cries under his breath, "Managed I

not well, mistress? Let's speed away with our theft, but I think not

they'll follow hard after us, for there are well-wishers on the bridge.

I'll put ye into the boat and then say, 'God sped ye, lady, with your

burthen.'"

_July 23_.

I've heard Bonvisi tell of a poor Italian girl who buried her murdered

lover's heart in a pot of basil, which she watered day and night with

her tears, just as I do my coffer. Will hath promised it shall be buried

with me; layd upon my heart, and since then I've been easier.

He thinks he shall write father's life, when we are settled in a new

home. We are to be cleared out o' this in alle haste; for the king

grutches at our lingering over father's footsteps, and yet when the news

of the bloody deed was taken to him, he scowled at Queen Anne, saying,

"Thou art the cause of this man's death!"

Flow on, bright shining Thames. A good, brave man hath walked aforetime

on your margent, himself as bright, and usefull, and delightsome as you,

sweet river. There's a river whose streams make glad the city of our

God. He now rests beside it. Good Christian folks, as they hereafter

pass this spot, will, maybe, point this way and say, "There dwelt Sir

Thomas More," but whether they doe or not, _Vox Populi_ is no very

considerable matter. Theire favourite of to-day may, for what they care,

goe hang himself to-morrow in his surcingle. Thus it must be while the

world lasts; and the very racks and scrues wherewith they aim to

overcome the nobler spiritt onlie lift and reveal its power of

exaltation above the heaviest gloom of circumstance.

_Interfecistis, interfecistis hominem omnium anglorum optimum._

* * * * *

The World's Greatest Books — Volume 06 — Fiction · 第 39 / 71 题