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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Judith Shakespeare + Her love affairs and other adventures + +Author: William Black + +Release Date: October 18, 2011 [EBook #37788] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JUDITH SHAKESPEARE *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Eleni Christofaki and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class='tnote'> +<h3> +Transcriber's Notes:</h3> + +<p>Minor punctuation errors have been silently corrected. Variant spellings and +hyphenations changed when there is a clear majority. Other variable and archaic spellings were retained. +A list of the changes made can be found at +the end of the book. In the text, corrections are indicated with red dotted underlining; +hover the mouse over the <span class="err" title="like this">underlined text</span> to see a Transcriber's Note.</p> + +</div> +<hr class="l65" /> +<h1> +<span class="smcap">Judith Shakespeare</span></h1> +<p><br /><br /></p> +<h3>HER LOVE AFFAIRS AND +OTHER ADVENTURES</h3> +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>By WILLIAM BLACK</h2> + +<p class="center">Author of "A Daughter of Heth," "Madcap Violet," "A Princess +of Thule," "White Wings," "Yolande," etc., etc.</p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p class="center">A. L. BURT COMPANY, PUBLISHERS<br /> +NEW YORK +</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>JUDITH SHAKESPEARE.</h2> + +<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<h3>AN ASSIGNATION.</h3> + +<p>It was a fair, clear, and shining morning, in the sweet +May-time of the year, when a young English damsel went +forth from the town of Stratford-upon-Avon to walk in the +fields. As she passed along by the Guild Chapel and the +Grammar School, this one and the other that met her gave +her a kindly greeting; for nearly every one knew her, and +she was a favorite; and she returned those salutations with +a frankness which betokened rather the self-possession of +a young woman than the timidity of a girl. Indeed, she +was no longer in the first sensitive dawn of maidenhood—having, +in fact, but recently passed her five-and-twentieth +birthday—but nevertheless there was the radiance of youth +in the rose-leaf tint of her cheeks, and in the bright cheerfulness +of her eyes. Those eyes were large, clear, and +gray, with dark pupils and dark lashes; and these are a +dangerous kind; for they can look demure, and artless, +and innocent, when there is nothing in the mind of the +owner of them but a secret mirth; and also—and alas!—they +can effect another kind of concealment, and when the +heart within is inclined to soft pity and yielding, they can +refuse to confess to any such surrender, and can maintain, +at the bidding of a wilful coquetry, an outward and obstinate +coldness and indifference. For the rest, her hair, which +was somewhat short and curly, was of a light and glossy +brown, with a touch of sunshine in it; she had a good figure, +for she came of a quite notably handsome family; she +walked with a light step and a gracious carriage; and +there were certain touches of style and color about her +costume which showed that she did not in the least undervalue +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">4</a></span>her appearance. And so it was "Good-morrow to +you, sweet Mistress Judith," from this one and the other; +and "Good-morrow, friend So-and-so," she would answer; +and always she had the brightest of smiles for them as they +passed.</p> + +<p>Well, she went along by the church, and over the foot-bridge +spanning the Avon, and so on into the meadows lying +adjacent to the stream. To all appearance she was +bent on nothing but deliberate idleness, for she strayed +this way and that, stooping to pick up a few wild flowers, +and humming to herself as she went. On this fresh and +clear morning the air seemed to be filled with sweet perfumes +after the close atmosphere of the town; and if it was merely +to gather daisies, and cuckoo-flowers, and buttercups, +that she had come, she was obviously in no hurry about it. +The sun was warm on the rich green grass; the swallows +were dipping and flashing over the river; great humble-bees +went booming by; and far away somewhere in the +silver-clear sky a lark was singing. And she also was +singing, as she strayed along by the side of the stream, +picking here and there a speedwell, and here and there a +bit of self-heal or white dead-nettle; if, indeed that could +be called singing that was but a careless and unconscious +recalling of snatches of old songs and madrigals. At one +moment it was:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Why, say you so? Oh no, no, no;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Young maids must never a-wooing go.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">And again it was:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Come, blow thy horn, hunter!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come, blow thy horn, hunter!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come, blow thy horn, jolly hunter!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">And again it was:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For a morn in spring is the sweetest thing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cometh in all the year!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">And in truth she could not have lit upon a sweeter morning +than this was; just as a chance passer-by might have +said to himself that he had never seen a pleasanter sight +than this young English maiden presented as she went +idly along the river-side, gathering wild flowers the while.</p> + +<p>But in course of time, when she came to a part of the +Avon from which the bank ascended sharp and steep, and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">5</a></span>when she began to make her way along a narrow and +winding foot-path that ascended through the wilderness of +trees and bushes hanging on this steep bank, she became +more circumspect. There was no more humming of +songs; the gathering of flowers was abandoned, though +here she might have added a wild hyacinth or two to her +nosegay; she advanced cautiously, and yet with an affectation +of carelessness; and she was examining, while pretending +not to examine, the various avenues and open +spaces in the dense mass of foliage before her. Apparently, +however, this world of sunlight and green leaves and +cool shadow was quite untenanted; there was no sound +but that of the blackbird and the thrush; she wandered +on without meeting any one. And then, as she had now +arrived at a little dell or chasm in the wood, she left the +foot-path, climbed up the bank, gained the summit, and +finally, passing from among the bushes, she found herself +in the open, at the corner of a field of young corn.</p> + +<p>Now if any one had noticed the quick and searching +look that she flashed all around on the moment of her +emerging from the brush-wood—the swiftness of lightning +was in that rapid scrutiny—he might have had some suspicion +as to the errand that had brought her hither; but +in an instant her eyes had recovered their ordinary look of +calm and indifferent observation. She turned to regard +the wide landscape spread out below her; and the stranger, +if he had missed that quick and eager glance, would have +naturally supposed that she had climbed up through the +wood to this open space merely to have a better view. +And indeed this stretch of English-looking country was +well worth the trouble, especially at this particular time of +the year, when it was clothed in the fresh and tender +colors of the spring-time; and it was with much seeming +content that this young English maiden stood there and +looked abroad over the prospect—at the placid river winding +through the lush meadows; at the wooden spire of the +church rising above the young foliage of the elms; at here +and there in the town a red-tiled house visible among the +thatched roofs and gray walls and orchards—these being +all pale and ethereal and dream-like in the still sunshine +of this quiet morning. It was a peaceful English-looking +picture that ought to have interested her, however familiar +it may have been; and perhaps it was only to look at it +once more that she had made her way up hither; and also +to breathe the cool sweet air of the open, and to listen to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">6</a></span>the singing of the birds, that seemed to fill the white wide +spaces of the sky as far as ever she could hear.</p> + +<p>Suddenly she became aware that some one was behind +her and near her, and instantly turning, she found before +her an elderly man with a voluminous gray beard, who appeared +to affect some kind of concealment by the way he +wore his hat and his long cloak.</p> + +<p>"God save you, sweet lady!" he had said, almost before +she turned.</p> + +<p>But if this stranger imagined that by his unlooked-for +approach and sudden address he was likely to startle the +young damsel out of her self-possession, he knew very +little with whom he had to deal.</p> + +<p>"Good-morrow to you, good Master Wizard," said she, +with perfect calmness, and she regarded him from head to +foot with nothing beyond a mild curiosity. Indeed, it was +rather he who was embarrassed. He looked at her with a +kind of wonder—and admiration also; and if she had been +sufficiently heedful and watchful she might have observed +that his eyes, which were singularly dark, had a good deal +of animation in them for one of his years. It was only +after a second or so of this bewildered and admiring contemplation +of her that he managed to say, in a grave and +formal voice, something in praise of her courage in thus +keeping the appointment he had sought.</p> + +<p>"Nay, good sir," said she, with much complacency, +"trouble not yourself about me. There is no harm in +going out to gather a few flowers in the field, surely. If +there be any danger, it is rather you that have to fear it, +for there is the pillory for them that go about the country +divining for gold and silver."</p> + +<p>"It is for no such vain and idle purposes that I use my +art," said he; and he regarded her with such an intensity +of interest that sometimes he stumbled forgetfully in his +speech, as if he were repeating a lesson but ill prepared, +"It is for the revelation of the future to them that are +born under fortunate planets. And you are one of these, +sweet lady, or I would not have summoned you to a meeting +that might have seemed perilous to one of less courage +and good heart. If it please you to listen, I can forecast +that that will befall you——"</p> + +<p>"Nay, good sir," said she, with a smile, "I have heard +it frequently, though perhaps never from one so skilled. +'Tis but a question between dark and fair, with plenty of +money and lands thrown in. For that matter, I might +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">7</a></span>set up in the trade myself. But if you could tell me, +now——"</p> + +<p>"If I were to tell you—if by my art I could show you," +said he, with a solemnity that was at least meant to be impressive +(though this young maid, with her lips inclining +to a smile, and her inscrutable eyes, did not seem much +awe-stricken)—"if I could convince you, sweet lady, that +you shall marry neither dark nor fair among any of those +that would now fain win you—and rumor says there be +several of those—what then?"</p> + +<p>"Rumor?" she repeated, with the color swiftly mantling +in her face. But she was startled, and she said, +quickly, "What do you say, good wizard? Not any one +that I know? What surety have you of that? Is it true? +Can you show it to me? Can you assure me of it? Is +your skill so great that you can prove to me that your +prophecy is aught but idle guessing? No one that I have +seen as yet, say you? Why," she added half to herself, +"but that were good news for my gossip Prue."</p> + +<p>"My daughter," said this elderly person, in slow and +measured tones, "it is not to all that the stars have been +so propitious at their birth."</p> + +<p>"Good sir," said she, with some eagerness, "I beseech +you to forgive me if I attend you not; but—but this is the +truth, now, as to how I came in answer to your message +to me. I will speak plain. Perchance rumor hath not +quite belied herself. There may be one or two who think +too well of me, and would have me choose him or him to +be my lover; and—and—do you see now?—if there were +one of those that I would fain have turn aside from idle +thoughts of me and show more favor to my dear cousin +and gossip Prudence Shawe—nay, but to tell the truth, +good wizard, I came here to seek of your skill whether it +could afford some charm and magic that would direct his +heart to her. I have heard of such things——"</p> + +<p>And here she stopped abruptly, in some confusion, for +she had in her eagerness admitted a half-belief in the possible +power of his witchcraft which she had been careful +to conceal before. She had professed incredulity by her +very manner; she had almost laughed at his pretensions; +she had intimated that she had come hither only out of curiosity; +but now she had blundered into the confession +that she had cherished some vague hope of obtaining a +love-philtre, or some such thing, to transfer away from +herself to her friend the affections of one of those suitors +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">8</a></span>whose existence seemed to be so well known to the wizard. +However, he soon relieved her from her embarrassment by +assuring her that this that she demanded was far away beyond +the scope of his art, which was strictly limited to the +discovery and revelation of such secrets as still lay within +the future.</p> + +<p>"And if so, good sir," said she, after a moment's reflection, +"that were enough, or nearly enough, so that you +can convince us of it."</p> + +<p>"To yourself alone, gracious lady," said he, "can I reveal +that which will happen to you. Nay, more, so fortunate +is the conjunction of the planets that reigned at +your birth—the <i>ultimum supplicium auri</i> might almost have +been declared to you—that I can summon from the ends of +the earth, be he where he may, the man that you shall +hereafter marry, or soon or late I know not; if you will, +you can behold him at such and such a time, at such and +such a place, as the stars shall appoint."</p> + +<p>She looked puzzled, half incredulous and perplexed, inclined +to smile, blushing somewhat, and all uncertain.</p> + +<p>"It is a temptation—I were no woman else," said she, +with a laugh. "Nay, but if I can see him, why may not +others? And if I can show them him who is to be my +worshipful lord and master, why, then, my gossip Prue +may have the better chance of reaching the goal where I +doubt not her heart is fixed. Come, then, to prove your +skill, good sir. Where shall I see him, and when? Must +I use charms? Will he speak, think you, or pass as a +ghost? But if he be not a proper man, good wizard, by +my life I will have none of him, nor of your magic either."</p> + +<p>She was laughing now, and rather counterfeiting a kind +of scorn; but she was curious; and she watched him with +a lively interest as he took forth from a small leather bag +a little folded piece of paper, which he carefully opened.</p> + +<p>"I cannot answer all your questions, my daughter," said +he; "I can but proceed according to my art. Whether +the person you will see may be visible to others I know +not, nor can I tell you aught of his name or condition. +Pray Heaven he be worthy of such beauty and gentleness; +for I have heard of you, gracious lady, but rumor had but +poor words to describe such a rarity and a prize."</p> + +<p>"Nay," said she, in tones of reproof (but the color had +mounted to a face that certainly showed no sign of displeasure), +"you speak like one of the courtiers now."</p> + +<p>"This charm," said he, dropping his eyes, and returning +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">9</a></span>to his grave and formal tones, "is worth naught without a +sprig of rosemary; that must you get, and you must place +it within the paper in a threefold manner—thus; and then, +when Sol and Luna are both in the descendant—but I forget +me, the terms of my art are unknown to you; I must +speak in the vulgar tongue; and meanwhile you shall see +the charm, that there is nothing wicked or dangerous in it, +but only the wherewithal to bring about a true lovers' +meeting."</p> + +<p>He handed her the open piece of paper; but she, having +glanced at the writing, gave it him back again.</p> + +<p>"I pray you read it to me," she said.</p> + +<p>He regarded her for a second with some slight surprise; +but he took the paper, and read aloud, slowly, the lines +written thereon:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Dare you haunt our hallowed green?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">None but fairies here are seen.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Down and sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Wake and weep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pinch him black, and pinch him blue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That seeks to steal a lover true,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When you come to hear us sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or to tread our fairy ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pinch him black, and pinch him blue—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, thus our nails shall handle you!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Why, 'tis like what my father wrote about Herne the +Hunter," said she, with a touch of indifference; perhaps +she had expected to hear something more weird and unholy.</p> + +<p>"Please you, forget not the rosemary; nothing will +come of it else," he continued. "Then this you must +take in your hand secretly, and when no one has knowledge +of your outgoing; and when Luna—nay, but I mean +when the moon has risen to-night so that, standing in the +church-yard, you shall see it over the roof of the church, +then must you go to the yew-tree that is in the middle of +the church-yard, and there you shall scrape away a little +of the earth from near the foot of the tree, and bury this +paper, and put the earth firmly down on it again, saying +thrice, <i>Hieronymo! Hieronymo! Hieronymo!</i> You follow +me, sweet lady?"</p> + +<p>"'Tis simple enough," said she, "but that on these fine +evenings the people are everywhere about; and if one +were to be seen conjuring in the church-yard——"</p> + +<p>"You must watch your opportunity, my daughter," said +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">10</a></span>he, speaking with an increased assumption of authority. +"One minute will serve you; and this is all that needs be +done."</p> + +<p>"Truly? Is this all?" said she, and she laughed +lightly. "Then will my gallant, my pride o' the world, +my lord and master, forthwith spring out of the solid +ground? God mend me, but that were a fearful meeting—in +a church-yard! Gentle wizard, I pray you——"</p> + +<p>"Not so," he answered, interrupting her. "The charm +will work there; you must let it rest; the night dews +shall nourish it; the slow hours shall pass over it; and the +spirits that haunt these precincts must know of it, that +they may prepare the meeting. To-night, then, sweet lady, +you shall place this charm in the church-yard at the foot +of the yew-tree, and to-morrow at twelve of the clock——"</p> + +<p>"By your leave, not to-morrow," said she, peremptorily. +"Not to-morrow, good wizard; for my father comes home +to-morrow; and, by my life, I would not miss the going +forth to meet him for all the lovers between here and London +town!"</p> + +<p>"Your father comes home to-morrow, Mistress Judith?" +said he, in somewhat startled accents.</p> + +<p>"In truth he does; and Master Tyler also, and Julius +Shawe—there will be a goodly company, I warrant you, +come riding to-morrow through Shipston and Tredington +and Alderminster; and by your leave, reverend sir, the +magic must wait."</p> + +<p>"That were easily done," he answered, after a moment's +thought, "by the alteration of a sign, if the day following +might find you at liberty. Will it so, gracious lady?"</p> + +<p>"The day after! At what time of the day?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"The alteration of the sign will make it but an hour +earlier, if I mistake not; that is to say, at eleven of the +forenoon you must be at the appointed place——"</p> + +<p>"Where, good wizard!" said she—"where am I to see +the wraith, the ghost, the phantom husband that is to own +me?"</p> + +<p>"That know I not myself as yet; but my aids and familiars +will try to discover it for me," he answered, taking a small +sun-dial out of his pocket and adjusting it as he spoke.</p> + +<p>"And with haste, so please you, good sir," said she, "for +I would not that any chance comer had a tale of this meeting +to carry back to the gossips."</p> + +<p>He stooped down and placed the sun-dial carefully on the +ground, at a spot where the young corn was but scant +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">11</a></span>enough on the dry red soil, and then with his forefinger he +traced two or three lines and a <span class="err" title="original: semicicle">semicircle</span> on the crumbling +earth.</p> + +<p>"South by west," said he, and he muttered some words +to himself. Then he looked up. "Know you the road to +Bidford, sweet lady?"</p> + +<p>"As well as I know my own ten fingers," she answered.</p> + +<p>"For myself, I know it not, but if my art is not misleading +there should be, about a mile or more along that road, +another road at right angles with it, bearing to the right, +and there at the junction should stand a cross of stone. Is +it so?"</p> + +<p>"'Tis the lane that leads to Shottery; well I know it," +she said.</p> + +<p>"So it has been appointed, then," said he, "if the stars +continue their protection over you. The day after to-morrow, +at eleven of the forenoon, if you be within stone's-throw +of the cross at the junction of the roads, there shall +you see, or my art is strangely mistaken, the man or gentleman—nay, +I know not whether he be parson or layman, +soldier or merchant, knight of the shire or plain goodman +Dick—I say there shall you see him that is to win you and +wear you; but at what time you shall become his wife, and +where, and in what circumstances, I cannot reveal to you. +I have done my last endeavor."</p> + +<p>"Nay do not hold me ungrateful," she said, though there +was a smile on her lips, "but surely, good sir, what your +skill has done, that it can also undo. If it have power to +raise a ghost, surely it has power to lay him. And truly, +if he be a ghost, I will not have him. And if he be a man, +and have a red beard, I will not have him. And if he be a +slape-face, I will have none of him. And if he have thin +legs, he may walk his ways for me. Good wizard, if I like +him not, you must undo the charm."</p> + +<p>"My daughter, you have a light heart," said he, gravely. +"May the favoring planets grant it lead you not into mischief; +there be unseen powers that are revengeful. And +now I must take my leave, gracious lady. I have given +you the result of much study and labor, of much solitary +communion with the heavenly bodies; take it, and use it +with heed, and so fare you well."</p> + +<p>He was going, but she detained him.</p> + +<p>"Good sir, I am your debtor," said she, with the red blood +mantling in her forehead, for all through this interview she +had clearly recognized that she was not dealing with any +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">12</a></span>ordinary mendicant fortune-teller. "So much labor and +skill I cannot accept from you without becoming a beggar. +I pray you——"</p> + +<p>He put up his hand.</p> + +<p>"Not so," said he, with a certain grave dignity. "To +have set eyes on the fairest maid in Warwickshire—as I +have heard you named—were surely sufficient recompense +for any trouble; and to have had speech of you, sweet lady, +is what many a one would venture much for. But I would +humbly kiss your hand; and so again fare you well."</p> + +<p>"God shield you, most courteous wizard, and good-day," +said she, as he left; and for a second she stood looking +after him in a kind of wonder, for this extraordinary courtesy +and dignity of manner were certainly not what she +had expected to find in a vagabond purveyor of magic. +But now he was gone, and she held the charm in her hand, +and so without further ado she set out for home again, getting +down through the brushwood to the winding path.</p> + +<p>She walked quickly, for she had heard that Master Bushell's +daughter, who was to be married that day, meant to +beg a general holiday for the school-boys; and she knew +that if this were granted these sharp-eyed young imps +would soon be here, there, and everywhere, and certain to +spy out the wizard if he were in the neighborhood. But +when she had got clear of this hanging copse, that is known +as the Wier Brake, and had reached the open meadows, so +that from any part around she could be seen to be alone, +she had nothing further to fear, and she returned to her +leisurely straying in quest of flowers. The sun was hotter +on the grass now; but the swallows were busy as ever over +the stream; and the great bees hummed aloud as they went +past; and here and there a white butterfly fluttered from +petal to petal; and, far away, she could hear the sound of +children's voices in the stillness. She was in a gay mood. +The interview she had just had with one in league with the +occult powers of magic and witchery did not seem in the +least to have overawed her. Perhaps, indeed, she had not +yet made up her mind to try the potent charm that she had +obtained; at all events the question did not weigh heavily +on her. For now it was,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, mistress mine, where are you roaming?<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">and again it was,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For a morn in spring is the sweetest thing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cometh in all the year!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">13</a></span>and always another touch of color added to the daintily +arranged nosegay in her hand. And then, of a sudden, as +she chanced to look ahead, she observed a number of the +school-boys come swarming down to the foot-bridge; and +she knew right well that one of them—to wit, young Willie +Hart—would think a holiday quite thrown away and wasted +if he did not manage to seek out and secure the company +of his pretty cousin Judith.</p> + +<p>"Ah! there, now," she was saying to herself, as she +watched the school-boys come over the bridge one by one +and two by two, "there, now, is my sweetheart of sweethearts; +there is my prince of lovers! If ever I have lover +as faithful and kind as he, it will go well. 'Nay, Susan,' +says he, 'I love you not; you kiss me hard, and speak to +me as if I were still a child; I love Judith better.' And +how cruel of my father to put him in the play, and to slay +him so soon; but perchance he will call him to life again—nay, +it is a favorite way with him to do that; and pray +Heaven he bring home with him to-morrow the rest of the +story, that Prue may read it to me. And so are you there, +among the unruly imps, you young Prince Mamillius? +Have you caught sight of me yet, sweetheart blue-eyes? +Why, come, then; you will outstrip them all, I know, when +you get sight of Cousin Judith; for as far off as yon are, +you will reach me first, that I am sure of; and then, by my +life, sweetheart Willie, you shall have a kiss as soft as a +dove's breast!"</p> + +<p>And so she went on to meet them, arranging the colors +of her straggling blossoms the while, with now and again +a snatch of careless song:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Come, blow thy horn, hunter!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come, blow thy horn, hunter!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come, blow thy horn—jolly hunter!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<h3>SIGNIOR CRAB-APPLE.</h3> + +<p>There was much ado in the house all that day, in view +of the home-coming on the morrow, and it was not till +pretty late in the evening that Judith was free to steal out +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">14</a></span>for a gossip with her friend and chief companion, Prudence +Shawe. She had not far to go—but a couple of doors off, in +fact; and her coming was observed by Prudence herself, +who happened to be sitting at the casemented window for +the better prosecution of her needle-work, there being still +a clear glow of twilight in the sky. A minute or so thereafter +the two friends were in Prudence's own chamber, +which was on the first floor, and looking out to the back over +barns and orchards; and they had gone to the window, to the +bench there, to have their secrets together. This Prudence +Shawe was some two years Judith's junior—though she +really played the part of elder sister to her; she was of a +pale complexion, with light straw-colored hair; not very +pretty, perhaps, but she had a restful kind of face that invited +friendliness and sympathy, of which she had a large +abundance to give in return. Her custom was of a Puritanical +plainness and primness, both in the fashion of it +and in its severe avoidance of color; and that was not the +only point on which she formed a marked contrast to this +dear cousin and wilful gossip of hers, who had a way of +pleasing herself (more especially if she thought she might +thereby catch her father's eye) in apparel as in most other +things. And on this occasion—at the outset at all events—Judith +would not have a word said about the assignation +of the morning. The wizard was dismissed from her mind +altogether. It was about the home-coming of the next day +that she was all eagerness and excitement; and her chief +prayer and entreaty was that her friend Prudence should +go with her to welcome the travellers home.</p> + +<p>"Nay, but you must and shall, dear Prue; sweet mouse, I +beg it of you!" she was urging. "Every one at New Place +is so busy that they have fixed upon Signior Crab-apple to +ride with me; and you know I cannot suffer him; and I +shall not have a word of my father all the way back, not a +word; there will be nothing but a discourse about fools, +and idle jests, and wiseman Matthew the hero of the +day—"</p> + +<p>"Dear Judith, I cannot understand how you dislike +the old man so," her companion said, in that smooth voice +of hers. "I see no garden that is better tended than +yours."</p> + +<p>"I would I could let slip the mastiff at his unmannerly +throat!" was the quick reply—and indeed for a second +she looked as if she would fain have seen that wish fulfilled. +"The vanity of him!—the puffed-up pride of him.—he +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">15</a></span>thinks there be none in Warwickshire but himself +wise enough to talk to my father; and the way he dogs +his steps if he be walking in the garden—no one else may +have a word with him!—sure my father is sufficiently +driven forth by the preachers and the psalm-singing within-doors +that out-of-doors, in his own garden, he might +have some freedom of speech with his own daughter—"</p> + +<p>"Judith, Judith," her friend said, and she put her hand +on her arm, "you have such wilful thoughts, and wild +words too. I am sure your father is free of speech with +every one—gentle and simple, old and young, it matters +not who it is that approaches him."</p> + +<p>"This Signior Crab-apple truly!" the other exclaimed, +in the impetuosity of her scorn. "If his heart be as big +as a crab-apple, I greatly doubt; but that it is of like +quality I'll be sworn. And the bitterness of his railing +tongue! All women are fools—vools he calls them, rather—first +and foremost; and most men are fools; but of all +fools there be none like the fools of Warwickshire—that +is because my worshipful goodman gardener comes all the +way from Bewdley. 'Tis meat and drink to him, he says, +to discover a fool, though how he should have any difficulty +in the discovering, seeing that we are all of us +fools, passes my understanding. Nay, but I know what +set him after that quarry; 'twas one day in the garden, and +my father was just come home from London, and he was +talking to my uncle Gilbert, and was laughing at what his +friend Benjamin Jonson had said, or had written, I know +not which. 'Of all beasts in the world,' says he, 'I love +most the serious ass.' Then up steps goodman Matthew. +'There be plenty of 'em about 'ere, zur,' says he, with a +grin on his face like that on a cat when a dog has her by +the tail. And my father, who will talk to any one, as you +say truly, and about anything, and always with the same +attention, must needs begin to challenge goodman Crab-apple +to declare the greatest fools that ever he had met +with; and from that day to this the ancient sour-face hath +been on the watch—and it suits well with his opinion of +other people and his opinion of himself as the only wise man +in the world—I say ever since he hath been on the watch for +fools; and the greater the fool the greater his wisdom, I +reckon, that can find him out. A purveyor of fools!—a +goodly trade! I doubt not but that it likes him better than +the tending of apricots when he has the free range of the +ale-houses to work on. He will bring a couple of them +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">16</a></span>into the garden when my father is in the summer-house. +''Ere, zur, please you come out and look 'ere, zur; 'ere +be a brace of rare vools.' And the poor clowns are +proud of it; they stand and look at each other and laugh. +'We be, zur—we be.' And then my father will say no, +and will talk with them, and cheer them with assurance +of their wisdom; then must they have spiced bread and +ale ere they depart; and this is a triumph for Master Matthew—the +withered, shrivelled, dried-up, cankered nutshell +that he is!"</p> + +<p>"Dear Judith, pray have patience—indeed you are +merely jealous."</p> + +<p>"Jealous!" she exclaimed, as if her scorn of this ill-conditioned +old man put that well out of the question.</p> + +<p>"You think he has too much of your father's company, +and you like it not; but consider of it, Judith, he being in +the garden, and your father in the summer-house, and +when your father is tired for the moment of his occupation, +whatever that may be, then can he step out and +speak to this goodman Matthew, that amuses him with +his biting tongue, and with the self-sufficiency of his wisdom—nay, +I suspect your father holds him to be a greater +fool than any that he makes sport of, and that he loves to +lead him on."</p> + +<p>"And why should my father have to be in the summer-house +but that in-doors the wool-spinning is hardly more +constant than the lecturing and the singing of psalms and +hymns?"</p> + +<p>"Judith! Judith!" said her gentle friend, with real +trouble on her face, "you grieve me when you talk like +that—indeed you do, sweetheart! There is not a morning +nor a night passes that I do not pray the Lord that +your heart may be softened and led to our ways—nay, far +from that, but to the Lord's own ways—and the answer +will come; I have faith; I know it; and God send it speedily, +for you are like an own sister to me, and my heart yearns +over you!"</p> + +<p>The other sat silent for a second. She could not fail to +be touched by the obvious sincerity, the longing kindness +of her friend, but she would not confess as much in words.</p> + +<p>"As yet, sweet Prue," said she, lightly, "I suppose I am +of the unregenerate, and if it is wicked to cherish evil +thoughts of your neighbor, then am I not of the elect, for +I heartily wish that Tom Quiney and some of the youths +would give Matthew gardener a sound ducking in a horse-pond, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">17</a></span>to tame his arrogance withal. But no matter. What +say you, dear Prue? Will you go with me to-morrow, so +that we may have the lad Tookey in charge of us, and +Signior Crab-apple be left to his weeding and grafting +and railing at human kind? Do, sweet mouse—"</p> + +<p>"The maids are busy now, Judith," said she, doubtfully.</p> + +<p>"But a single day, dear mouse!" she urged. "And if +we go early we may get as far as Shipston, and await them +there. Have you no desire to meet your brother, Prudence—to +be the first of all to welcome him home? Nay, +that is because you can have him in your company as often +as you wish; there is no goodman-wiseman-fool to +come between you."</p> + +<p>"Dear heart," said Prudence Shawe, with a smile, "I +know not what is the witchery of you, but there is none +I wot of that can say you nay."</p> + +<p>"You will, then?" said the other, joyfully. "Ah, look, +now, the long ride home we shall have with my father, +and all the news I shall have to tell him! And all good +news, Prue; scarcely a whit or bit that is not good news: +the roan that he bought at Evesham is well of her lameness—good; +and the King's mulberry is thriving bravely +(I wonder that wiseman Matthew has not done it a mischief +in the night-time, for the King, being above him in station, +must needs have nothing from him but sour and envious +words); and then the twenty acres that my father so set +his heart upon he is to have—I hear that the Combes have +said as much—and my father will be right well pleased; +and the vicar is talking no longer of building the new +piggery over against the garden—at least for the present +there is nothing to be done: all good news; but there is +better still, as you know; for what will he say when he +discovers that I have taught Bess Hall to ride the mastiff?"</p> + +<p>"Pray you have a care, dear Judith," said her friend, +with some apprehension on her face. "'Tis a dangerous-looking +beast."</p> + +<p>"A lamb, a very lamb!" was the confident answer. +"Well, now, and as we are riding home he will tell me of +all the things he has brought from London; and you +know he has always something pretty for you, sweet Puritan, +though you regard such adornment as snares and +pitfalls. And this time I hope it will be a silver brooch +for you, dear mouse, that so you must needs wear it and +show it, or he will mark its absence; and for the others +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">18</a></span>let us guess; let us see. There may be some more of +that strange-fashioned Murano glass for Susan, for as difficult +as it is to carry; and some silk hangings or the like +for my mother, or store of napery, perchance, which she +prizeth more; and be sure there is the newest book of +sermons from Paul's Churchyard for the Doctor; a greyhound, +should he hear of a famous one on the way, for +Thomas Combe; toys for the little Harts, that is certain; +for my aunt Joan—what?—a silver-topped jug, or some +perfumes of musk and civet?—and what else—and for +whom else—well—"</p> + +<p>"But what for yourself, dear Judith?" her friend said, +with a smile. "Will he forget you? Has Matthew gardener +driven you out even from his recollection? Will he +not have for you a pretty pair of rose shoe-strings, or one +of the new tasselled French hoods they are speaking of, +or something of the kind, that will turn the heads of all the +lads in Stratford twice further round? You are a temptress +surely, sweetheart; I half forget that such vanities +should displease me when I see the way you wear them; +and that I think you must take from your father, Judith; +for no matter how plain his apparel is—and it is plain indeed +for one that owns the New Place—he wears it with +such an ease, and with such a grace and simplicity, that +you would say a prince should wear it even so."</p> + +<p>"You put me off, Prue," her friend said with a sort of +good-natured impatience. "Why, I was showing you +what nicelings and delicates my father was bringing, and +what I had thought to say was this: that he may have this +for one, and that for the other, and many a one proud to +be remembered (as I shall be if he thinks of me), but this +that I know he is bringing for little Bess Hall is something +worth all of these, for it is nothing less than the +whole love of his heart. Nay, but I swear it; there is +not a human creature in the world to compare with her +in his eyes; she is the pearl that he wears in his heart of +hearts. If it were London town she wanted, and he could +give it to her, that is what he would bring for her."</p> + +<p>"What! are you jealous of her too?" said Prudence, +with her placid smile.</p> + +<p>"By yea and nay, sweet Puritan, if that will content +you, I declare it is not so," was the quick answer. "Why, +Bess is my ally! We are in league, I tell you; we will have +a tussle with the enemy ere long; and, by my life, I think +I know that that will put goodman-wiseman's nose awry!"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">19</a></span>At this moment the secret confabulation of these two +friends was suddenly and unexpectedly broken in upon +by a message from without. Something white came fluttering +through the open casement, and fell, not quite into +Judith's lap, which was probably its intended destination, +but down toward her feet. She stooped and picked +it up; it was a letter, addressed to her, and tied round +with a bit of rose-red silk ribbon that was neatly formed +into a true-lover's knot.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<h3>THE PLANTING OF THE CHARM.</h3> + +<p>The embarrassment that ensued—on her part only, for +the pale and gentle face of her friend betrayed not even +so much as surprise—was due to several causes. Judith +could neither read nor write. In her earlier years she +had been a somewhat delicate child, and had consequently +been excused from the ordinary tuition, slight as that +usually was in the case of girls; but when, later on, she +grew into quite firm and robust health, in her wilfulness +and pride and petulance she refused to retransform herself +into a child and submit to be taught children's lessons. +Moreover, she had an acute and alert brain; and she had +a hundred reasons ready to show that what was in reality +a mere waywardness on her part was the most wise and +natural thing in the world; while her father, who had a +habitual and great tolerance for everything and everybody +that came within his reach, laughed with her rather +than at her, and said she should do very well without +book-learning so long as those pink roses shone in her +cheeks. But she had one reason that was not merely +an excuse. Most of the printed matter that reached the +house was brought thither by this or that curate, or by this +or that famous preacher, who, in going through the country, +was sure of an eager and respectful welcome at New +Place; and perhaps it was not kindly nor civilly done of +them—though it may have been regarded as a matter of +conscience—that they should carry thither and read aloud, +among other things, the fierce denunciations of stage-plays +and stage-players which were common in the polemical +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">20</a></span>and puritanical literature of the day. Right or wrong, +Judith resented this with a vehement indignation; and she +put a ban upon all books, judging by what she had heard +read out of some; nay, one day she had come into the house +and found her elder sister, who was not then married, greatly +distressed, and even in the bitterness of tears; and when +she discovered that the cause of this was a pamphlet that +had been given to Susanna, in which not only were the heinous +wickednesses of plays and players denounced, but also +her own father named by his proper name, Judith, with hot +cheeks and flashing eyes, snatched the pamphlet from her +sister's hand and forthwith sent it flying through the open +window into the mud without, notwithstanding that books +and pamphlets were scarce and valuable things, and that +this one had been lent. And when she discovered that this +piece of writing had been brought to the house by the pious +and learned Walter Blaise—a youthful divine he was who +had a small living some few miles from Stratford, but who +dwelt in the town, and was one of the most eager and disputatious +of the Puritanical preachers there—it in no way +mitigated her wrath that this worthy Master Blaise was +regarded by many, and even openly spoken of, as a suitor +for her own hand.</p> + +<p>"God mend me," said she, in her anger (and greatly to +the distress of the mild-spoken Prudence), "but 'tis a +strange way of paying court to a young woman to bring +into the house abuse of her own father! Sir Parson may +go hang, for me!" And for many a day she would have +nothing to say to him; and steeled and hardened her heart +not only against him, but against the doctrines and ways +of conduct that he so zealously advocated; and she would +not come in to evening prayers when he happened to be +present; and wild horses would not have dragged her to +the parish church on the Sunday afternoon that it was his +turn to deliver the fortnightly lecture there. However, +these things abated in time. Master Walter Blaise was a +civil-spoken and an earnest and sincere young man, and +Prudence Shawe was the gentle intermediary. Judith suffered +his presence, and that was about all as yet; but she +would not look the way of printed books. And when +Prudence tried to entice her into a study of the mere rudiments +of reading and writing, she would refuse peremptorily, +and say, with a laugh, that, could she read, the first +thing she should read would be plays, which, as sweet +cousin Prue was aware, were full of tribulation and anguish, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">21</a></span>and fit only for the foolish Galatians of the world, +the children of darkness and the devil. But this obstinacy +did not prevent her overcoming her dear cousin Prue's +scruples, and getting her to read aloud to her in the privacy +of their secret haunts this or the other fragments of +a play, when that she had adroitly purloined a manuscript +from the summer-house in New Place; and in this surreptitious +manner she had acquired a knowledge of what +was going on at the Globe and the Blackfriars theatres in +London, which, had they but guessed of it, would have +considerably astounded her mother, her sister, and good +Parson Blaise as well.</p> + +<p>In more delicate matters still, Prudence was her confidante, +her intermediary, and amanuensis: and ordinarily +this caused her no embarrassment, for she wished for no +secrets with any of human kind. But in one direction she +had formed certain suspicions; and so it was that on this +occasion, when she stooped down and picked up the letter +that had been so deftly thrown in at the casement, her face +flushed somewhat.</p> + +<p>"I know from whom it comes," said she, and she seemed +inclined to put it into the little wallet of blue satin that +hung at her side.</p> + +<p>Then she glanced at Prudence's eyes. There was nothing +there in the least approaching displeasure or pique, +only a quiet amusement.</p> + +<p>"It was cleverly done," said Prudence, and she raised +her head cautiously and peeped through one of the small +panes of pale green glass. But the twilight had sunk into +dusk, and any one outside could easily have made his escape +unperceived through the labyrinth of barns and outhouses.</p> + +<p>Judith glanced at the handwriting again, and said, with +an affectation of carelessness:</p> + +<p>"There be those who have plenty of time, surely, for +showing the wonders of their skill. Look at the twisting +and turning and lattice-work of it—truly he is a most notable +clerk; I would he spent the daylight to better purpose. +Read it for me, sweet Prue."</p> + +<p>She would have handed the letter—with much studied +indifference of look and manner—to her friend, but that +Prudence gently refused it.</p> + +<p>"'Tis you must undo the string; you know not what +may be inside."</p> + +<p>So Judith herself opened the letter, which contained +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">22</a></span>merely a sprig of rosemary, along with some lines written +in a most ornate calligraphy.</p> + +<p>"What does he say?" she asked, but without any apparent +interest, as she gave the open letter to her companion.</p> + +<p>Prudence took the letter and read aloud;</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Rosemary is for remembrance<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Between us day and night;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wishing that I might always have<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You present in my sight.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">This from your true well-wisher, and one that would be your loving servant +unto death.</p> + +<p class="right"> +T. Q." +</p></div> + +<p>"The idle boy!" she said, and again she directed a +quick and penetrating look of inquiry to her friend's face. +But Prudence was merely regarding the elaborate handwriting. +There was no trace of wounded pride or anything +of the kind in her eyes. Nay, she looked up and +said, with a smile,</p> + +<p>"For one that can wrestle so well, and play at foot-ball, +and throw the sledge as they say he can, he is master of a +most delicate handwriting."</p> + +<p>"But the rosemary, Prue!" Judith exclaimed, suddenly, +and she groped about at her feet until she had found it. +"Why, now, look there, was ever anything so fortunate? +Truly I had forgotten all about rosemary, and my reverend +wizard, and the charm that is to be buried to-night; and +you know not a word of the story. Shall I tell you, sweet +mouse? Is there time before the moon appears over the +roof of the church?—for there I am summoned to fearful +deeds. Why, Prue, you look as frightened as if a ghost +had come into the room—you yourself are like a ghost now +in the dusk—or is it the coming moonlight that is making +you so pale?"</p> + +<p>"I had thought that better counsels would have prevailed +with you, Judith," she said, anxiously. "I knew +not you had gone to see the man, and I reproach myself +that I have been an agent in the matter."</p> + +<p>"A mouth-piece only, sweet Prue!—a mere harmless, +innocent whistle that had nothing to do with the tune. +And the business was not so dreadful either; there was no +caldron, nor playing with snakes and newts, no, nor whining +for money, which I expected most; but a most civil +and courteous wizard, a most town-bred wizard as ever the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">23</a></span>sun set eye on, that called me 'gracious lady' every other +moment, and would not take a penny for his pains. Marry, +if all the powers of evil be as well-behaved, I shall have less +fear of them; for a more civil-spoken gentleman I have +never encountered; and 'sweet lady' it was, and 'gracious +lady,' and a voice like the voice of my lord bishop; and +the assurance that the planets and the stars were holding +me in their kindest protection; and a promise of a ghost +husband that is to appear that I may judge whether I like +him or like him not; and all this and more—and he would +kiss my hand, and so farewell, and the reverend magician +makes his obeisance and vanishes, and I am not a penny +the poorer, but only the richer because of my charm! +There, I will show it to you, dear mouse."</p> + +<p>After a little search she found the tiny document; and +Prudence Shawe glanced over it.</p> + +<p>"Judith! Judith!" said she, almost in despair, "I know +not whither your wilfulness will carry you. But tell me +what happened. How came you by this paper? And +what ghost husband do you speak of?"</p> + +<p>Then Judith related, with much circumstantiality, what +had occurred that morning: not toning it down in the +least, but rather exaggerating here and there; for she was +merry-hearted, and she liked to see the sweet Puritan face +grow more and more concerned. Moreover, the dull gray +light outside, instead of deepening into dark, appeared to +be becoming a trifle clearer, so that doubtless the moon +was declaring itself somewhere; and she was looking forward, +when the time came, to securing Prudence's company +as far as the church-yard, if her powers of persuasion +were equal to that.</p> + +<p>"But you will not go—surely you will not go, darling +Judith," said Prudence, in accents of quite pathetic entreaty. +"You know the sin of dealing with such ungodly +practices—nay, and the danger too, for you would of your +own free will go and seek a meeting with unholy things, +whereas I have been told that not so long ago they used +in places to carry a pan of frankincense round the house +each night to keep away witchcraft from them as they +slept. I beseech you, dearest Judith, give me the paper, +and I will burn it!"</p> + +<p>"Nay, nay, it is but an idle tale, a jest; I trust it not," +said her friend to reassure her. "Be not afraid, sweet +Prue. Those people who go about compelling the planets +and summoning spirits and the like have lesser power than +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">24</a></span>the village folk imagine, else would their own affairs thrive +better than they seem to do."</p> + +<p>"Then give me the paper; let me burn it, Judith!"</p> + +<p>"Nay, nay, mouse," said she, withholding it; and then +she added, with a sort of grave merriment or mischief in +her face:</p> + +<p>"Whether the thing be aught or naught, sure I cannot +treat so ill my courteous wizard. He was no goose-herd, +I tell you, but a most proper and learned man; and he +must have the chance of working the wonders he foretold. +Come, now, think of it with reason, dear Prue. If there +be no power in the charm, if I go to Shottery for my +morning walk and find no one in the lane, who is harmed? +Why, no one; and Grandmother Hathaway is pleased, and +will show me how her garden is growing. Then, on the other +hand, should the charm work, should there be some one +there, what evil if I regard him as I pass from the other +side of the way? Is it such a wonder that one should meet +a stranger on the Bidford road? And what more? Man +or ghost, he cannot make me marry him if I will not. +He cannot make me speak to him if I will not. And if he +would put a hand on me, I reckon Roderigo would speedily +have him by the throat, as I hope he may some day have +goodman Matthew."</p> + +<p>"But, Judith, such things are unlawful and forbidden——"</p> + +<p>"To you, sweet saint—to you," said the other, with much +good-humor. "But I have not learned to put aside childish +things as yet; and this is only a jest, good Prue; and +you, that are so faithful to your word, even in the smallest +trifle, would not have me break my promise to my gentle +wizard? 'Gracious lady,' he says, and 'sweet lady,' as if I +were a dame of the court; it were unmannerly of me not +to grant him this small demand——"</p> + +<p>"I wish I had misread the letter," said Prudence, so +occupied with her own fears that she scarcely knew what +to do.</p> + +<p>"What!" exclaimed her friend, in tones of raillery, +"you would have deceived me? Is this your honesty, your +singleness of heart, sweet Puritan? You would have sent +me on some fool's errand, would you?"</p> + +<p>"And if it were to be known you had gone out to meet +this conjurer, Judith, what would your mother and sister +say?—and your father?"</p> + +<p>"My mother and sister—hum!" was the demure reply. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">25</a></span>"If he had but come in the garb of a preacher, with a +Bible under one arm and a prayer-book under the other, +I doubt not that he would have been welcome enough at +New Place—ay, and everything in the house set before him, +and a Flanders jug full of Quiney's best claret withal to +cheer the good man. But when you speak of my father, +dear Prue, there you are wide of the mark—wide, wide of +the mark; for the wizard is just such an one as he would +be anxious to know and see for himself. Indeed, if my +mother and Susan would have the house filled with preachers, +my father would rather seek his company from any +strange kind of vagrant cattle you could find on the road—ballad-singers, +strolling players, peddlers, and the like; +and you should see him when some ancient harper in his +coat of green comes near the town—nay, the constable +shall not interfere with him, license or no license—my +father must needs entertain him in the garden; and he +will sit and talk to the old man; and the best in the house +must be brought out for him; and whether he try his palsied +fingers on the strings, or perchance attempt a verse +of 'Pastime with good company' with his quavering old +voice, that is according to his own good-will and pleasure; +nothing is demanded of him but that he have good cheer, +and plenty of it, and go on his way the merrier, with a +groat or two in his pouch. Nay, I mind me, when Susan +was remonstrating with my father about such things, and +bidding him have some regard for the family name—'What?' +says he, laughing; 'set you up, Madam Pride! +Know you not, then, whence comes our name? And yet +'tis plain enough. <i>Shacks</i>, these are but vagrant, idle, useless +fellows; and then we come to <i>pere</i>, that is, an equal +and companion. There you have it complete—<i>Shackspere</i>, +the companion of strollers and vagabonds, of worthless +and idle fellows. What say you, Madam Pride?' And, +indeed, poor Susan was sorely displeased, insomuch that +I said, 'But the spear in the coat of arms, father—how +came we by that?' 'Why, there, now,' says he, 'you see +how regardless the heralds are of the King's English. I +warrant me they would give a ship to Shipston and a hen +to Enstone.' Indeed, he will jest you out of anything. +When your brother would have left the Town Council, +Prue——"</p> + +<p>But here she seemed suddenly to recollect herself. She +rose quickly, thrust open the casement still wider, and put +out her head to discover whereabouts the moon was; and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">26</a></span>when she withdrew her head again there was mischief and +a spice of excitement in her face.</p> + +<p>"No more talking and gossip now, Prue; the time has +arrived for fearful deeds."</p> + +<p>Prudence put her small white hand on her friend's arm.</p> + +<p>"Stay, Judith. Be guided—for the love of me be guided, +sweetheart! You know not what you do. The profaning +of sacred places will bring a punishment."</p> + +<p>"Profaning, say you, sweet mouse? Is it anything +worse than the children playing tick round the grave-stones; +or even, when no one is looking, having a game +of King-by-your-leave?"</p> + +<p>"It is late, Judith. It must be nine o'clock. It is not +seemly that a young maiden should be out-of-doors alone +at such an hour of the night."</p> + +<p>"Marry, that say I," was the light answer. "And the +better reason that you should come with me, Prue."</p> + +<p>"I?" said Prudence, in affright.</p> + +<p>"Wherefore not, then? Nay, but you shall suffer no +harm through the witchery, sweet mouse; I ask your +company no further than the little swing-gate. One minute +there, and I shall be back with you. Come, now, for +your friend's sake; get your hood and your muffler, dear +Prue, and no one shall know either of us from the witch +of Endor, so quickly shall we be there and back."</p> + +<p>Still she hesitated.</p> + +<p>"If your mother were to know, Judith——"</p> + +<p>"To know what, sweetheart? That you walked with +me as far as the church and back again? Why, on such +a fine and summer-like night I dare be sworn, now, that +half the good folk of Stratford are abroad; and it is no +such journey into a far country that we should take one +of the maids with us. Nay, come, sweet Prue! We shall +have a merry ride to-morrow; to-night for your friendship's +sake you must do me this small service."</p> + +<p>Prudence did not answer, but somewhat thoughtfully, +and even reluctantly, she went to a small cupboard of +boxes that stood in the corner of the apartment, and +brought forth some articles of attire which (although she +might not have confessed it) were for the better disguising +of herself, seeing that the night was fine and warm. +And then Judith, having also drawn a muffler loosely +round her neck and the lower half of her face, was ready +to go, and was gone, in fact, as far as the door, when she +suddenly said:</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">27</a></span>"Why, now, I had nearly forgot the rosemary, and without +that the charm is naught. Did I leave it on the window-shelf?"</p> + +<p>She went back and found it, and this time she took the +precaution of folding it within the piece of paper that she +was to bury in the church-yard.</p> + +<p>"Is it fair, dear Judith?" Prudence said, reproachfully, +before she opened the door. "Is it right that you should +take the bit of rosemary sent you by one lover, and use it +as a charm to bring another?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, why should you concern yourself, sweet mouse?" +said Judith, with a quick glance, but indeed at this end of +the room it was too dark for her to see anything. "My +lover, say you? Let that be as the future may show. In +the meantime I am pledged to no one, nor anxious that I +should be so. And a scrap of rosemary, now, what is it? +But listen to this, dear Prue: if it help to show me the +man I shall marry—if there be aught in this magic—will +it not be better for him that sent the rosemary that we +should be aware of what is in store for us?"</p> + +<p>"I know not—I scarcely ever know—whether you are +in jest or in earnest, Judith," her friend said.</p> + +<p>"Why, then, I am partly in starched cambric, good +mouse, if you must know, and partly in damask, and partly +in taffeta of popinjay blue. But come, now, let us be +going. The awful hour approaches, Prue. Do you not +tremble, like Faustus in the cell? What was't he said?</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It strikes; it strikes. Now, body, turn to air!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">Come along, sweet Prue."</p> + +<p>But she was silent as they left. Indeed, they went down +the dark little staircase and out at the front door with as +little noise as might be. Judith had not been mistaken: +the fine, clear, warm evening had brought out many people; +and they were either quietly walking home or standing +in dusky little groups at the street corners talking to +each other; whilst here and there came a laugh from a +ruddy-windowed ale-house; and here and there a hushed +sound of singing, where a casement had been left a bit +open, told that the family within were at their devotional +exercises for the night. The half-moon was now clear and +silvery in the heavens. As they passed under the massive +structure of the Guild Chapel the upper portions of the +tall windows had a pale greenish glow shining through +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">28</a></span>them that made the surrounding shadows look all the more +solemn. Whether it was that their mufflers effectually +prevented their being recognized, or whether it was that +none of their friends happened to be abroad, they passed +along without attracting notice from any one, nor was a +word spoken between themselves for some time.</p> + +<p>But when they drew near to the church, the vast bulk +of which, towering above the trees around, seemed almost +black against the palely clear sky, the faithful Prudence +made bold to put in a final word of remonstrance and dissuasion.</p> + +<p>"It is wickedness and folly, Judith. Naught can come +of such work," she said.</p> + +<p>"Then let naught come of it, and what harm is done?" +her companion said, gayly. "Dear mouse, are you so timorous? +Nay, but you shall not come within the little gate; +you shall remain without. And if the spirits come and +snatch me, as they snatched off Doctor Faustus, you shall +see all the pageant, and not a penny to pay. What was it +in the paper?</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Pinch him black, and pinch him blue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That seeks to steal a lover true!'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">Did it not run so? But they cannot pinch you, dear heart; +so stand here now, and hush!—pray do not scream if you +see them whip me off in a cloud of fire—and I shall be +with you again in a minute."</p> + +<p>She passed through the little swinging gate and entered +the church-yard, casting therewith a quick glance around. +Apparently no one was within sight of her, either among +the gray stones or under the black-stemmed elms by the +river; but there were people not far off, for she could hear +their voices—doubtless they were going home through the +meadows on the other side of the stream. She looked but +once in that direction. The open country was lying pale +and clear in the white light; and under the wide branches +of the elms one or two bats were silently darting to and +fro; but she could not see the people, and she took it for +granted that no one could now observe what she was about. +So she left the path, made her way through the noiseless +grass, and reached the small yew-tree standing there among +the grave-stones. The light was clear enough to allow her +to open the package and make sure that the sprig of rosemary +was within; then she rapidly, with her bare hand, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">29</a></span>stooped down and scooped a little of the earth away; she +imbedded the packet there, repeating meanwhile the magic +words; she replaced the earth, and brushed the long grass +over it, so that, indeed, as well as she could make out, the +spot looked as if it had not been disturbed in any manner. +And then, with a quick look toward the roof of the church +to satisfy herself that all the conditions had been fulfilled, +she got swiftly back to the path again, and so to the little +gate, passing through the church-yard like a ghost.</p> + +<p>"The deed is done, good Prue," said she, gayly, but in a +tragic whisper, as she linked her arm within the arm of her +friend and set out homeward. "Now are the dark powers +of the earth at league to raise me up—what think you, +sweetheart?—such a gallant as the world ne'er saw! Ah! +now when you see him come riding in from Shottery, will +not the town stare? None of your logget-playing, tavern-jesting, +come-kiss-me-Moll lovers, but a true-sworn knight +on his white war steed, in shining mail, with a golden +casque on his head and ostrich feathers, and on his silver +shield 'St. George and England!'"</p> + +<p>"You are light-hearted, Judith," said the timid and gentle-voiced +Puritan by her side; "and in truth there is +nothing that you fear. Well, I know not, but it will be in +my prayers that no harm come of this night."</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<h3>A PAGEANT.</h3> + +<p>On the morning after the arrival of Judith's father he +was out and abroad with his bailiff at an early hour, so that +she had no chance of speaking to him; and when he returned +to New Place he went into the summer-house in +the orchard, where it was the general habit and custom to +leave him undisturbed. And yet she only wished to ask +permission to take the mastiff with her as far as Shottery; +and so, when she had performed her share of the domestic +duties, and got herself ready, she went out through the +back court and into the garden, thinking that he would not +mind so brief an interruption.</p> + +<p>It was a fresh and pleasant morning, for there had been +some rain in the night, and now there was a slight breeze +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">30</a></span>blowing from the south, and the air was sweet with the +scent of the lilac bushes. The sun lay warm on the pink +and white blossoms of the apple-trees and on the creamy +masses of the cherry; martins were skimming and shooting +this way and that, with now and again a rapid flight to +the eaves of the barn; the bees hummed from flower to +flower, and everywhere there was a chirping, and twittering, +and clear singing of birds. The world seemed full of +light and color, of youth, and sweet things, and gladness: +on such a morning she had no fear of a refusal, nor was she +much afraid to go near the summer-house that the family +were accustomed to hold sacred from intrusion.</p> + +<p>But when she passed into the orchard, and came in sight +of it, there was a sudden flash of anger in her eyes. She +might have guessed—she might have known. There, +blocking up the doorway of the latticed and green-painted +tenement, was the figure of goodman Matthew; and the +little bandy-legged pippin-faced gardener was coolly resting +on his spade while he addressed his master within. +Was there ever (she asked herself) such hardihood, such +audacity and impertinence? And then she rapidly bethought +her that now was a rare opportunity for putting +in practice a scheme of revenge that she had carefully +planned. It is true that she might have gone forward and +laid her finger on Matthew's arm (he was rather deaf), and +so have motioned him away. But she was too proud to do +that. She would dispossess and rout him in another fashion. +So she turned and went quickly again into the house.</p> + +<p>Now at this time Dr. Hall was making a round of professional +visits at some distance away in the country; and +on such occasions Susanna Hall and her little daughter +generally came to lodge at New Place, where Judith was +found to be an eager and assiduous, if somewhat impatient +and unreasoning, nurse, playmate, and music-mistress. In +fact, the young mother had to remonstrate with her sister, +and to point out that, although baby Elizabeth was a wonder +of intelligence and cleverness—indeed, such a wonder +as had never hitherto been beheld in the world—still, a +child of two years and three months or so could not be expected +to learn everything all at once; and that it was just as +reasonable to ask her to play on the lute as to imagine that +she could sit on the back of Don the mastiff without being +held. However, Judith was fond of the child, and that incomparable +and astute small person had a great liking for +her aunt (in consequence of benefits received), and a trust +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">31</a></span>in her which the wisdom of maturer years might have +modified; and so, whenever she chose, Judith found no +difficulty in obtaining possession of this precious charge, +even the young mother showing no anxiety when she saw +the two go away together.</p> + +<p>So it was on this particular morning that Judith went +and got hold of little Bess Hall, and quickly smartened up +her costume, and carried her out into the garden. Then +she went into the barn, outside of which was the dog's +kennel; she unclasped the chain and set free the huge, +slow-stepping, dun-colored beast, that seemed to know as +well as any one what was going forward; she affixed to his +collar two pieces of silk ribbon that did very well for reins; +and then she sat little Bess Hall on Don Roderigo's back, +and gave her the reins to hold, and so they set out for the +summer-house.</p> + +<p>On that May morning the wide and gracious realm of +England—which to some minds, and especially at that particular +season of the year, seems the most beautiful country +of any in the world—this rich and variegated England +lay basking in the sunlight, with all its lush meadows and +woods and hedges in the full and fresh luxuriance of the +spring; and the small quiet hamlets were busy in a drowsy +and easy-going kind of fashion; and far away around the +white coasts the blue sea was idly murmuring in; but it +may be doubted whether in all the length and breadth of +that fair land there was any fairer sight than this that the +wit of a young woman had devised. She herself was pleasant +enough to look on (and she was always particularly attentive +about her attire when her father was at home), and +now she was half laughing as she thought of her forthcoming +revenge; she had dressed her little niece in her +prettiest costume of pink and white, and pink was the +color of the silken reins; while the great slow-footed Don +bore his part in the pageant with a noble majesty, sometimes +looking up at Judith as if to ask whether he were +going in the right direction. And so the procession +passed on between the white-laden cherry-trees and the +redder masses of the apple-blossom; and the miniature +Ariadne, sitting sideways on the back of the great beast, +betrayed no fear whatsoever; while her aunt Judith held +her, walking by her, and scolding her for that she would +not sing.</p> + +<p>"Tant sing, Aunt Judith," said she.</p> + +<p>"You can sing well enough, you little goose, if you try," +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">32</a></span>said her aunt, with the unreasoning impatience of an unmarried +young woman. "What's the use of your going +hunting without a hunting song? Come along, now:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'The hunt is up, the hunt is up,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And it is well-nigh day;—'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">try it, Bess!"</p> + +<p>"Hunt is up, hunt is up," said the small rider; but she +was occupied with the reins, and clearly did not want to +be bothered.</p> + +<p>"No, no, that is not singing, little goose. Why, sing it +like this, now:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'The hunt is up, the hunt is up,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And it is well-nigh day;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Harry our king is gone hunting<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To bring his deer to bay!'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">However, the music lesson came to an abrupt end. They +had by this time almost reached the summer-house. Saturnine +Matthew, gardener, who still stood there, blocking +up the doorway, had not heard them approach, but his +master within had. The next instant goodman Matthew +suddenly found himself discarded, dismissed, and treated, +indeed, as if he were simply non-existent in the world; +for Judith's father, having paused for a moment to regard +from the doorway the pretty pageant that had been arranged +for him (and his face lit up, as it were, with pleasure +at the sight), was the next minute down beside his +little granddaughter, with one knee on the ground, so that +he was just on a level with her outstretched hands.</p> + +<p>"What, Bess?" he said, as he caught her by both hands +and feet. "You imp, you inch, you elfin queen, you!—would +you go a-hunting, then?"</p> + +<p>"Send away Don—me want to ride the high horse," +said the small Bess, who had her own ideas as to what was +most comfortable, and also secure.</p> + +<p>"And so you shall, you sprite, you Ariel, you moonlight +wonder!" he exclaimed, as he perched her on his shoulder +and rose to his feet again. "The high horse, truly; +indeed, you shall ride the high horse! Come, now, we will +go see how the King's mulberry thrives; that is the only +tree we have that is younger than yourself, you ancient, +you beldame, you witch of Endor, you!"</p> + +<p>"Father," said Judith, seeing that he was going away +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">33</a></span>perfectly regardless of anybody or anything except his +granddaughter, "may I take the Don with me for an hour +or so?"</p> + +<p>"Whither away, wench—whither?" he asked, turning +for a moment.</p> + +<p>"To Shottery, father."</p> + +<p>"Well, well," said he, and he turned again and went off.</p> + +<p>"Come, Bess, you world's jewel, you, you shall ride +with me to London some day, and tell the King how his +mulberry thrives; that shall you, you fairy, you princess, +you velvet-footed maidiekin! To London, Bess—to London!"</p> + +<p>Judith did not stay to regard them further; but she +could not help casting a look before she left at goodman +Matthew, who stood there discomfited, dispossessed, unheeded, +annihilated, as it were. And then, calling the dog +after her, she went in by the back court and through the +house again (for Chapel Lane was in a sad condition after +the rain of the night, and was not a pleasant pathway even +in the best of times). And she was laughing to herself at +Matthew's discomfiture, and she was singing to herself as +she went out by the front door,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There's never a maid in all the town,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But well she knows that malt's come down.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">And in the street it was "Good-morrow to you, Master +Jelleyman; the rain will do good, will it not?" and, again, +"Good-morrow, Neighbor Pike; do you know that my +father is come home?" and again, "Get you within the +doorway, little Parsons, else the wagon-wheels will be +over thee." And then, when she was in the freedom of the +fields, she would talk blithely to Don Roderigo, or snatch +a buttercup here or there from among the long, lush, warm +grass, or return to her careless singing:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For malt's come down, and malt's come down—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, well she knows that malt's come down!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2> + +<h3>IN A WOODED LANE.</h3> + +<p>Now it would be extremely difficult to say with what +measure of faith or scepticism, of expectation or mere curiosity, +she was now proceeding through these meadows to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">34</a></span>the spot indicated to her by the wizard. Probably she +could not have told herself, for what was really uppermost +in her mind was a kind of malicious desire to frighten her +timid Puritan friend with the wildness of such an adventure. +And then she was pretty safe. Ostensibly she +was going to Shottery to pay a visit to her grandmother; +to look at the pansies, the wall-flowers, the forget-me-nots +in the little garden, and see how the currants and raspberries +were getting on. She could hardly expect a ghost +to rise from the ground in broad daylight. And if any +mere strangers happened to be coming along the lane +leading in from the Bidford road, Don Roderigo was a sufficient +guardian. On the other hand, if there was anything +real and of verity in this witchcraft—which had sought +her, and not she it—was it not possible that the wizard +might on one point have been mistaken? If her future +husband were indeed to appear, would it not be much more +likely to be Parson Blaise or Tom Quiney, or young Jelleyman, +or one or other of them that she knew in everyday +life? But yet she said to herself—and there was no doubt +about her absolute conviction and certainty on this point—that, +even if she were to meet one of those coming in +from Evesham, not all the magic and mystery and wizardry +in the world would drive her to marry him but of her own +free good-will and choice.</p> + +<p>When she had passed through the meadows and got near +to the scattered cottages and barns and orchards of the +little hamlet, instead of going forward to these, she bore +away to the left, and eventually found herself in a wide +and wooded lane. She was less light of heart now; she +wished the place were not so still and lonely. It was a +pretty lane, this; the ruddy-gray road that wound between +luxuriant hedges and tall elms was barred across by alternate +sunlight and shadow, and every now and again she +had glimpses of the rich and fertile country lying around, +with distant hills showing an outline serrated by trees +along the pale, summer-like sky. But there was not a human +being visible anywhere, nor a sound to be heard but +the soft repeated note of the cuckoo. She wished that +there were some farm people near at hand, or a shepherd +lad, or anybody. She spoke to Roderigo, and her voice +sounded strange—it sounded as if she were afraid some +one was listening. Nay, she began, quite unreasonably, +to be angry with the wizard. What business had +he to interfere with her affairs, and to drive her on to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">35</a></span>such foolish enterprises? What right had he to challenge +her to show that she was not afraid? She was not afraid, +she assured herself. She had as good a title to walk along +this lane as any one in Warwickshire. Only the thought +that as soon as she had got as far as the cross at the meeting +of the roads (this was all that had been demanded of +her) she would go back to Stratford by the public highway +rather than return by this solitary lane, for on the public +highway there would be farm servants and laden wains +and carriers, and such-like comfortable and companionable +objects.</p> + +<p>The next minute—she had almost reached the cross—her +heart bounded with an unreasoning tremor of fear: +she had suddenly become aware that a stranger was entering +the lane from the wide highway beyond. She had +only one glimpse of him, for instantly and resolutely she +bent her eyes on Don Roderigo, and was determined to +keep them there until this person should have passed; and +yet that one lightning-like glimpse had told her somewhat. +The stranger was young, and of a distinguished +bearing and presence; and it certainly was a singular and +unusual thing that a gentleman (as he seemed to be, although +his travelling cloak concealed most of his attire) +should be going afoot and unattended. But her only concern +was to let him pass. Ghost or man as he might be, +she kept her eyes on Don Roderigo. And then, to her increased +alarm, she found that the stranger was approaching +her.</p> + +<p>"I beseech your pardon, lady," said he, in a most respectful +voice, "but know you one in this town of the name of +Master Shakespeare?"</p> + +<p>She certainly was startled, and even inwardly aghast; +but she had a brave will. She was determined that nothing +would drive her either to scream or to run away. And +indeed when she looked up and said, rather breathlessly, +"There be several of the name, sir," she was quickly assured +that this was no ghost at all, but a substantial and +living and breathing young man, tall and dark, of a pleasant +expression of face, though in truth there was nothing +in those singularly black eyes of his but the most ordinary +and matter-of-fact inquiry.</p> + +<p>"One Master William Shakespeare," said he, in answer +to her, "that is widely known."</p> + +<p>"It is my father, sir, you speak of," said she, hastily +and, in fact, somewhat ashamed of her fright.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">36</a></span></p><p>At this news he removed his hat and made her a gracious +obeisance, yet simply, and with not too elaborate a courtesy.</p> + +<p>"Since I am so fortunate," said he, "may I beg you to +direct me how I shall find the house when I get to the +town? I have a letter for him, as you may see."</p> + +<p>He took out a letter, and held it so that, if she liked, she +might read the superscription—"<i>To my loving good friend +Master William Shakespeare: Deliver these.</i>" But Judith +merely glanced at the writing.</p> + +<p>"'Tis from Master Ben Jonson—that you know of, doubtless, +madam—commending me to your father. But perhaps," +he added, directing toward her a curious timid look +of inquiry, "it were as well that I did not deliver it?"</p> + +<p>"How so, sir?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"I am one that is in misfortune," said he, simply; "nay, +in peril."</p> + +<p>"Truly I am sorry for that, sir," said she, regarding him +with frank eyes of sympathy, for indeed there was a kind +of sadness in his air, that otherwise was distinguished +enough, and even noble. And then she added: "But +surely that is the greater reason you should seek my +father."</p> + +<p>"If I dared—if I knew," he said, apparently to himself. +And then he addressed her: "If I make so bold, sweet +lady, as to ask you if your father be of the ancient faith—or +well disposed toward that, even if he do not openly profess +it—I pray you set it down to my need and hard circumstances."</p> + +<p>She did not seem to understand.</p> + +<p>"I would ask if he be not at heart with the Catholic gentlemen +that are looking for better times—for indeed I have +heard it stated of him."</p> + +<p>"Oh no, sir—surely not," said Judith, in some alarm, for +she knew quite enough about the penal laws against priests +and recusants, and would not have her father associated in +any way with these, especially as she was talking with a +stranger.</p> + +<p>"Nay, then, it were better I did not deliver the letter," +said the young man, with just a touch of hopelessness in +his tone. "Under the protection of your father I might +have had somewhat more of liberty, perchance; but I am +content to remain as I am until I can get proofs that will +convince them in authority of my innocence; or mayhap +I may get away from the country altogether, and to my +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">37</a></span>friends in Flanders. If they would but set my good friend +Walter Raleigh free from the Tower, that also were well, +for he and I might make a home for ourselves in another +land. I crave your pardon for detaining you, madam, and +so bid you farewell."</p> + +<p>He raised his hat and made her a most respectful obeisance, +and was about to withdraw.</p> + +<p>"Stay, sir," said she, scarcely knowing what she said, +but with trouble and anxiety in her gentle eyes.</p> + +<p>Indeed, she was somewhat bewildered. So sudden had +been the shock of surprise that she had forgotten, or very +nearly forgotten, all about ghosts and wizards, about possible +lovers or husbands, and only knew that here, in actual +fact, was a stranger—and a modest young stranger, +too—that was in trouble, and yet was afraid to seek shelter +and aid from her father. That he had no reason to be thus +afraid she was certain enough; and yet she dare not assume—she +had no reason for believing—that her father +was secretly inclined to favor those that were still hoping +for the re-establishment of the Catholic faith. The fact +was that her father scarcely ever spoke of such matters. +He would listen, if he happened to be in the house, to any +theological discussion that might be going on, and he +would regard this or that minister or preacher calmly, as +if trying to understand the man and his opinions; but he +would take no part in the talk; and when the discussion +became disputatious, as sometimes happened, and the combatants +grew warm and took to making hot assertions, he +would rise and go out idly into the garden, and look at the +young apple-trees or talk to Don Roderigo. Indeed, at +this precise moment, Judith was quite incapable of deciding +for herself which party her father would most likely +be in sympathy with—the Puritans, who were sore at +heart because of the failure of the Hampton Court Conference, +or the Catholics, who were no less bitter on account +of the severity of the penal laws—and a kind of +vague wish arose in her heart that she could ask Prudence +Shawe (who paid more attention to such matters, and was, +in fact, wrapped up in them) before sending this young +man away with his letter of commendation unopened.</p> + +<p>"Your brother-in-law, madam, Dr. Hall," said he, seeing +that she did not wish him to leave on the instant, "is well +esteemed by the Catholic gentry, as I hear."</p> + +<p>Judith did not answer that; she had been rapidly considering +what she could do for one in distress.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">38</a></span>"By your leave, sir, I would not have you go away without +making further inquiry," said she. "I will myself get +to know how my father is inclined, for indeed he never +speaks of such matters to us; and sure I am that, whatever +be his opinion, no harm could come to you through +seeking his friendship. That I am sure of. If you are in +distress, that is enough; he will not ask you whence you +come; nor has he censure for any one; and that is a marvel +in one that is so good a man himself, that he hath +never a word of blame for any one, neither for the highwayman +that was taken red-handed, as it were, last Sunday +near to Oxford—'Why,' says my father, 'if he take +not life, and be a civil gentleman, I grudge him not a +purse or two'—nor for a lesser criminal, my cousin Willie +Hart, that but yesterday let the Portuguese singing-bird +escape from its cage. 'Well, well,' says my father, 'so +much the better, if only it can find food for itself.' Indeed, +you need fear naught but kindness and gentleness; +and sure I am that he would be but ill pleased to know +that one coming from his friend Benjamin Jonson had been +in the neighborhood and gone away without having speech +of him."</p> + +<p>"But this is no matter of courtesy, sweet lady," said he. +"It is of a more dangerous cast; and I must be wary. If, +now, you were inclined to do as you say—to make some +discreet inquiry as to your good father's sentiments——"</p> + +<p>"Not from himself," said she, quickly, and with some +color mounting to her cheeks—"for he would but laugh +at my speaking of such things—but from my gossip and +neighbor I think I could gain sufficient assurance that +would set your fears at rest."</p> + +<p>"And how should I come to know?" he said, with some +hesitation—for this looked much like asking for another +meeting.</p> + +<p>But Judith was frank enough. If she meant to confer a +kindness, she did not stay to be too scrupulous about the +manner of doing it.</p> + +<p>"If it were convenient that you could be here this evening," +said she, after a moment's thought, "Willie Hart and +myself often walk over to Shottery after supper. Then +could I let you know."</p> + +<p>"But how am I to thank you for such a favor?" said he.</p> + +<p>"Nay, it is but little," she answered, "to do for one that +comes from my father's friend."</p> + +<p>"Rare Ben, as they call him," said he, more brightly. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">39</a></span>"And now I bethink me, kind lady, that it ill becomes me +to have spoken of nothing but my own poor affairs on my +first having the honor of meeting with you. Perchance +you would like to hear something of Master Jonson, and +how he does? May I accompany you on your homeward +way for a space, if you are returning to the town? The +road here is quiet enough for one that is in hiding, as well +as for pleasant walking; and you are well escorted, too," +he added, looking at the grave and indifferent Don. "With +such a master as your father, and such a sweet mistress, I +should not wonder if he became as famous as Sir John +Harrington's Bungey that the Prince asked about. You +have not heard of him?—the marvellous dog that Sir John +would intrust with messages all the way to the court at +Greenwich; and he would bring back the answer without +more ado. I wonder not that Prince Henry should have +asked for an account of all his feats and doings."</p> + +<p>Now insensibly she had turned and begun to walk toward +Shottery (for she would not ask this unhappy young man +to court the light of the open highway), and as he respectfully +accompanied her his talk became more and more +cheerful, so that one would scarcely have remembered +that he was in hiding, and in peril of his life mayhap. +And he quickly found that she was most interested in Jonson +as being her father's friend and intimate.</p> + +<p>"Indeed, I should not much marvel to hear of his being +soon in this very town of Stratford," said he, "for he has +been talking of late—nay, he has been talking this many +a day of it, but who knows when the adventure will take +place?—of travelling all the way to Scotland on foot, and +writing an account of his discoveries on the road. And +then he has a mind to get to the lake of Lomond, to make +it the scene of a fisher and pastoral play, he says; and his +friend Drummond will go with him; and they speak of +getting still farther to the north, and being the guests +of the new Scotch lord, Mackenzie of Kintail, that was +made a peer last winter. Nay, friend Ben, though at times +he gibes at the Scots, at other times he will boast of his +Scotch blood—for his grandfather, as I have heard, came +from Annandale—and you will often hear him say that +whereas the late Queen was a niggard and close-fisted, +this Scotch King is lavish and a generous patron. If he +go to Scotland, as is his purpose, surely he will come by +way of Stratford."</p> + +<p>"It were ill done of him else," said Judith. But truly +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">40</a></span>this young gentleman was so bent on entertaining her +with tales of his acquaintance in London, and with descriptions +of the court shows and pageants, that she had +not to trouble herself much to join in the conversation.</p> + +<p>"A lavish patron the King has been to him truly," he continued, +stooping to pat the Don's head, as if he would +make friends with him too, "what with the masks, and +revels, and so forth. Their last tiltings at Prince Henry's +barriers exceeded everything that had gone before, as I +think—and I marvel not that Ben was found at his best, +seeing how the King had been instructing him. Nay, but +it was a happy conceit to have our young Lord of the +Isles addressed by the Lady of the Lake, and have King +Arthur hand him his armor out of the clouds——"</p> + +<p>"But where was it, good sir?" said she (to show that she +was interested). And now he seemed so cheerful and +friendly that she ventured to steal a look at him. In truth, +there was nothing very doleful or tragic in his appearance. +He was a handsomely made young man, of about eight-and-twenty +or so, with fine features, a somewhat pale and +sallow complexion (that distinguished him markedly from +the rustic red and white and sun-brown she was familiar +with), and eyes of a singular blackness and fire that were +exceedingly respectful; but that could, as any one might +see, easily break into mirth. He was well habited too, for +now he had partly thrown his travelling cloak aside, and +his slashed doublet and hose and shoes were smart and +clearly of a town fashion. He wore no sword; in his belt +there was only a small dagger, of Venetian silver-work on +the handle, and with a sheath of stamped crimson velvet.</p> + +<p>"Dear lady, you must have heard of them," he continued, +lightly—"I mean of the great doings in the banqueting-house +at Whitehall, when Prince Henry challenged so +many noble lords. 'Twas a brave sight, I assure you; the +King and Queen were there, and the ambassadors from +Spain and Venice, and a great and splendid assemblage. +And then, when Ben's speeches came to be spoken, there +was Cyril Davy, that is said to have the best woman's +voice in London, as the Lady of the Lake, and he came +forward and said,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Lest any yet should doubt, or might mistake<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What Nymph I am, behold the ample Lake<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of which I'm styled; and near it Merlin's tomb;'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">and then King Arthur appeared, and our young Lord of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">41</a></span>the Isles had a magic shield handed to him. Oh, 'twas a +noble sight, I warrant you! And I heard that the Duke +of Lennox and the Earls of Arundel and Southampton +and all of them were but of one mind, that friend Ben +had never done better."</p> + +<p>Indeed, the young man, as they loitered along the +pretty wooded lane in the hush of the warm still noon +(there was scarce enough wind to make a rustle in the +great branching elms), and as he talked of all manner of +things for the entertainment of this charming companion +whom a happy chance had thrown in his way, seemed to +be well acquainted with the court and its doings, and all +the busy life of London. If she gathered rightly, he had +himself been present when the King and the nobles went +in the December of the previous year to Deptford to witness +the launching of the great ship of the East India +Company—the <i>Trade's Encrease</i>, it was called—for he described +the magnificent banquet in the chief cabin, and +how the King gave to Sir Thomas Smith, the Governor, a +fine chain of gold, with his portrait set in a jewel, and +how angry his Majesty became when they found that the +ship could not be launched on account of the state of the +tide. But when he again brought in the name of Jonson, +and said how highly the King thought of his writings, +and what his Majesty had said of this or the other device +or masque that had been commanded of him, Judith grew +at length to be not so pleased; and she said, with some +asperity, "But the King holds my father in honor also, +for he wrote him a letter with his own hand."</p> + +<p>"I heard not of that," said he, but of course without +appearing to doubt her word.</p> + +<p>"Nay, but I saw it," said she—"I saw the letter; and I +did not think it well that my father should give it to Julius +Shawe, for there are some others that would have valued +it as much as he—yes, and been more proud of it, too."</p> + +<p>"His own daughter, perchance?" he said gently.</p> + +<p>Judith did not speak. It was a sore subject with her; +indeed, she had cried in secret, and bitterly, when she +learned that the letter had been casually given away, for +her father seemed to put no great store by it. However, +that had nothing to do with this unhappy young gentleman +that was in hiding. And soon she had dismissed it +from her mind, and was engaged in fixing the exact time +at which, as she hoped, she would be able to bring him +that assurance, or that caution, in the evening.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">42</a></span>"I think it must be the province of women to be kind +to the unfortunate," said he, as they came in sight of the +cottages; and he seemed to linger and hesitate in his walk, +as if he were afraid of going further.</p> + +<p>"It is but a small kindness," said she; "and I hope it +will bring you and my father together. He has but just +returned from London, and you will not have much news +to give him from his friend; but you will be none the +less welcome, for all are welcome to him, but especially +those whom he can aid."</p> + +<p>"If I were to judge of the father by the daughter, I +should indeed expect a friendly treatment," said he, with +much courtesy.</p> + +<p>"Nay, but it is so simple a matter," said she.</p> + +<p>"Then fare you well, Mistress Judith," said he, "if I may +make so bold as to guess at a name that I have heard named +in London."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, sir?" said she, glancing up with some inquiry.</p> + +<p>"But indeed, indeed," said he, gallantly. "And who +can wonder? 'Twas friend Ben that I heard speak of +you; I marvel not that he carried your praises so far. +But now, sweet lady, that I see you would go—and I wish +not to venture nearer the village there—may I beseech of +you at parting a further grace and favor? It is that you +would not reveal to any one, no matter what trust you +may put in them, that you have seen me or spoken with +me. You know not my name, it is true, though I would +willingly confide it to you—indeed, it is Leofric Hope, +madam; but if it were merely known that you had met +with a stranger, curious eyes might be on the alert."</p> + +<p>"Fear not, sir," said she, looking at him in her frank +way—and there was a kind of friendliness, too, and sympathy +in her regard. "Your secret is surely safe in my +keeping. I can promise you that none shall know +through me that you are in the neighborhood. Farewell, +good sir. I hope your fortunes will mend speedily."</p> + +<p>"God keep you, sweet Mistress Judith," said he, raising +his hat and bowing low, and not even asking to be allowed +to take her hand. "If my ill fortune should carry +it so that I see you not again, at least I will treasure in my +memory a vision of kindness and beauty that I trust will +remain forever there. Farewell, gentle lady; I am your +debtor."</p> + +<p>And so they parted; and he stood looking after her +and the great dog as they passed through the meadows; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">43</a></span>and she was making all the haste she might, for although, +when Judith's father was at home, the dinner hour was at +twelve instead of at eleven, still it would take her all the +time to be punctual, and she was scrupulous not to offend. +He stood looking after her as long as she was in sight, +and then he turned away, saying to himself:</p> + +<p>"Why, our Ben did not tell us a tithe of the truth!—for +why?—because it was with his tongue, and not with his +pen, that he described her. By heaven, she is a marvel!—and +I dare be sworn, now, that half the clowns in Stratford +imagine themselves in love with her."</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2> + +<h3>WITHIN-DOORS.</h3> + +<p>When in the afternoon Judith sought out her gentle +gossip, and with much cautious tact and discretion began +to unfold her perplexities to her, Prudence was not only +glad enough to hear nothing further of the wizard—who +seemed to have been driven out of Judith's mind altogether +by the actual occurrences of the morning—but also +she became possessed with a secret wonder and joy; for +she thought that at last her dearest and closest friend was +awaking to a sense of the importance of spiritual things, +and that henceforth there would be a bond of confidence +between them far more true and abiding than any that +had been before. But soon she discovered that politics +had a good deal to do with these hesitating inquiries; and +at length the bewildered Prudence found the conversation +narrowing and narrowing itself to this definite question: +Whether, supposing there were a young man charged with +complicity in a Catholic plot, or perhaps having been +compromised in some former affair of the kind, and supposing +him to appeal to her father, would he, Judith's +father, probably be inclined to shelter him and conceal +him, and give him what aid was possible until he might +get away from the country?</p> + +<p>"But what do you mean, Judith?" said Prudence, in +dismay. "Have you seen any one? What is't you mean? +Have you seen one of the desperate men that were concerned +with Catesby?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">44</a></span></p><p>Indeed, it was not likely that either of these two Warwickshire +maidens had already forgotten the terrible tidings +that rang through the land but a few years before, +when the Gunpowder Treason was discovered; nor how +the conspirators fled into this very county; nor yet how +in the following January, on a bitterly cold and snowy +day, there was brought into the town the news of the executions +in St. Paul's Churchyard and at Westminster. +And, in truth, when Prudence Shawe mentioned Catesby's +name, Judith's cheek turned pale. It was but for an instant. +She banished the ungenerous thought the moment +that it occurred to her. No, she was sure the unhappy +young man who had appealed to her compassion could +not have been concerned in any such bloody enterprise. +His speech was too gentle for that. Had he not declared +that he only wanted time to prove his innocence? It is +true he had said something about his friends in Flanders, +and often enough had she heard the Puritan divines denouncing +Flanders as the very hot-bed of the machinations +of the Jesuits; but that this young man might have friends +among the Jesuits did not appear to her as being in itself +a criminal thing, any more than the possibility of his being +a Catholic was sufficient of itself to deprive him of +her frank and generous sympathy.</p> + +<p>"I may not answer you yea nor nay, sweet mouse," said +she; "but assure yourself that I am not in league with +any desperate villain. I but put a case. We live in quiet +times now, do we not, good Prue? and I take it that those +who like not the country are free to leave it. But tell me, +if my father were to speak openly, which of the parties +would he most affect? And how stands he with the King? +Nay, the King himself, of what religion is he at heart, +think you?"</p> + +<p>"These be questions!" said Prudence, staring aghast +at such ignorance.</p> + +<p>"I but use my ears," said Judith, indifferently, "and +the winds are not more variable than the opinions that +one listens to. Well you know it, Prue. Here is one +that says the King is in conscience a papist, as his mother +was; and that he gave a guarantee to the Catholic gentry +ere he came to the throne; and that soon or late we shall +have mass again; and then comes another with the story +that the Pope is hot and angry because the King misuseth +him in his speech, calling him Antichrist and the like +and that he has complained to the French King on the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">45</a></span>matter, and that there is even talk of excommunication. +What can one believe? How is one to know? Indeed, +good mouse, you would have me more anxious about such +things; but why should one add to one's difficulties? I +am content to be like my father, and stand aside from the +quarrel."</p> + +<p>"Your wit is too great for me, dear Judith," her friend +said, rather sadly; "and I will not argue with you. But +well I know there may be a calmness that is of ignorance +and indifference, and that is slothful and sinful; and there +may be a calmness that is of assured wisdom and knowledge +of the truth, and that I trust your father has attained +to. That he should keep aside from disputes, I can well +understand."</p> + +<p>"But touching the King, dear cousin," said Judith, who +had her own ends in view. "How stands my father with +the King and his religion? Nay, but I know, and every +one knows, that in all other matters they are friends; for +your brother has the King's letter——"</p> + +<p>"That I wish you had yourself, Judith, since your heart +is set upon it," said her companion, gently.</p> + +<p>Judith did not answer that.</p> + +<p>"But as regards religion, sweet Prue, what think you +my father would most favor, were there a movement any +way?—a change to the ancient faith perchance?"</p> + +<p>She threw out the question with a kind of studied carelessness, +as if it were a mere matter of speculation; but +there was a touch of warmth in Prudence's answer:</p> + +<p>"What, then, Judith? You think he would disturb the +peace of the land, and give us over again to the priests +and their idol-worship? I trow not." Then something +seemed to occur to her suddenly. "But if you have any +doubt, Judith, I can set your mind at rest—of a surety I +can."</p> + +<p>"How, then, dear mouse?"</p> + +<p>"I will tell you the manner of it. No longer ago than +yesterday evening I was seated at the window reading—it +was the volume that Dr. Hall brought me from Worcester, +and that I value more and more the longer I read it—and +your father came into the house asking for Julius. So I +put the book on the table, with the face downward, and +away I went to seek for my brother. Well, then, sweet +cousin, when I came back to the room, there was your +father standing at the window reading the book that I had +left, and I would not disturb him; and when he had finished +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">46</a></span>the page, he turned, saying, 'Good bishop! good +bishop!' and putting down the book on the table just as +he had found it. Dear Judith, I hope you will think it no +harm and no idle curiosity that made me take up the book +as soon as my brother was come in, and examine the passage, +and mark it——"</p> + +<p>"Harm!—bless thee, sweetheart!" Judith exclaimed. +And she added, eagerly: "But have you the book? Will +you read it to me? Is it about the King? Do, dear cousin, +read to me what it was that my father approved. Beshrew +me! but I shall have to take to school lessons, after +all, lest I outlive even your gentle patience."</p> + +<p>Straightway Prudence had gone to a small cupboard of +boxes in which she kept all her most valued possessions, +and from thence she brought a stout little volume, which, +as Judith perceived, had a tiny book-mark of satin projecting +from the red-edged leaves.</p> + +<p>"Much comfort indeed have I found in these Comfortable +Notes," said she. "I wish, Judith, you, that can +think of everything, would tell me how I am to show to +Dr. Hall that I am more and more grateful to him for his +goodness. What can I do?—words are such poor things!"</p> + +<p>"But the passage, good Prue—what was't he read? I +pray you let me hear," said Judith, eagerly; for here, indeed, +might be a key to many mysteries.</p> + +<p>"Listen, then," said her companion, opening the book. +"The Bishop, you understand, Judith, is speaking of the +sacrifices the Jews made to the Lord, and he goes on to +say:</p> + +<p>"'Thus had this people their peace-offerings; that is, +duties of thankfulness to their God for the peace and +prosperity vouchsafed unto them. And most fit it was +that He should often be thanked for such favors. The +like mercies and goodness remain to us at this day: are +we either freed from the duty or left without means to +perform it? No, no; but as they had oxen and kine, +and sheep and goats, then appointed and allowed, so have +we the calves of our lips and the sacrifice of thanksgiving +still remaining for us, and as strictly required of us as +these (in those days) were of them. Offer them up, then, +with a free heart and with a feeling soul. Our peace is +great; our prosperity comfortable; our God most sweet +and kind; and shall we not offer? The public is sweet, +the private is sweet, and forget you to offer? We lay us +down and take our rest, and this our God maketh us +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">47</a></span>dwell in safety. Oh, where is your offering? We rise +again and go to our labor, and a dog is not heard to move +his tongue among us: owe we no offering? O Lord, O +Lord, make us thankful to Thee for these mercies: the +whole state we live in, for the common and our several +souls, for several mercies now many years enjoyed! O +touch us; O turn us from our fearful dulness, and abusing +of this so sweet, so long, and so happy peace! Continue +thy sacred servant'—surely you know, Judith, whom +he means—'the chiefest means under Thee of this our +comfort, and ever still furnish him with wise helps, truly +fearing Thee, and truly loving him. Let our heads go to +the grave in this peace, if it may be Thy blessed pleasure, +and our eyes never see the change of so happy an estate. +Make us thankful and full of peace-offerings; be Thou +still ours, and ever merciful. Amen! Amen!'"</p> + +<p>"And what said he, sweet Prue—what said my father?" +Judith asked, though her eyes were distant and thoughtful.</p> + +<p>"'Good bishop! good bishop!' said he, as if he were +right well pleased, and he put down the book on the table. +Nay, you may be certain, Judith, that your father would +have naught to do with the desperate men that would fain +upset the country, and bring wars among us, and hand us +over to the Pope again. I have heard of such; I have +heard that many of the great families have but a lip loyalty, +and have malice at their heart, and would willingly +plunge the land in blood if they could put the priests in +power over us again. Be sure your father is not of that +mind."</p> + +<p>"But if one were in distress, Prudence," said the other, +absently, "perchance with a false charge hanging over him +that could be disproved—say that one were in hiding, and +only anxious to prove his innocence, or to get away from +the country, is my father likely to look coldly on such a +one in misfortune? No, no, surely, sweet mouse!"</p> + +<p>"But of whom do you speak, Judith?" exclaimed her +friend, regarding her with renewed alarm. "It cannot be +that you know of such a one? Judith, I beseech you speak +plainly! You have met with some stranger that is unknown +to your own people? You said you had but put a case, +but now you speak as if you knew the man. I beseech +you, for the love between us, speak plainly to me, Judith!"</p> + +<p>"I may not," said the other rising. And then she added, +more lightly, "Nay, have no fear, sweet Prue; if there be +any danger, it is not I that run it, and soon there will be +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">48</a></span>no occasion for my withholding the secret from you, if +secret there be."</p> + +<p>"I cannot understand you, Judith," said her friend, with +the pale, gentle face full of a tender wistfulness and anxiety.</p> + +<p>"Such timid eyes!" said Judith, laughing good-naturedly. +"Indeed, Prudence, I have seen no ghost, and goodman +Wizard has failed me utterly; nor sprite nor phantom +has been near me. In sooth I have buried poor Tom's bit +of rosemary to little purpose. And now I must get me +home, for Master Parson comes this afternoon, and I will +but wait the preaching to hear Susan sing: 'tis worth the +penance. Farewell, sweet mouse; get you rid of your +alarm. The sky will clear all in good time."</p> + +<p>So they kissed each other, and she left; still in much +perplexity, it is true, but nevertheless resolved to tell the +young man honestly and plainly the result of her inquiries.</p> + +<p>As it turned out, she was to hear something more about +the King and politics and religion that afternoon; for when +she got home to New Place, Master Blaise was already +there, and he was eagerly discussing with Judith's mother +and her sister the last news that had been brought from +London; or rather he was expounding it, with emphatic +assertions and denunciations that the women-folk received +for the most part with a mute but quite apparent sympathy. +He was a young man of about six-and-twenty, rather inclined +to be stout, but with strongly lined features, fair complexion +and hair, an intellectual forehead, and sharp and +keen gray eyes. The one point that recommended him to +Judith's favor—which he openly and frankly, but with perfect +independence, sought—was the uncompromising manner +in which he professed his opinions. These frequently +angered her, and even at times roused her to passionate +indignation; and yet, oddly enough, she had a kind of lurking +admiration for the very honesty that scorned to curry +favor with her by means of any suppression or evasion. It +may be that there was a trace of the wisdom of the serpent +in this attitude of the young parson, who was shrewd-headed +as well as clear-eyed, and was as quick as any to read the +fearless quality of Judith's character. At all events, he +would not yield to any of her prejudices; he would not +stoop to flatter her; he would not abate one jot of his protests +against the vanity and pride, the heathenish show and +extravagance, of women; the heinousness and peril of indifferentism +in matters of doctrine; and the sinfulness of +the life of them that countenanced stage plays and such +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">49</a></span>like devilish iniquities. It was this last that was the real +stumbling-block and contention between them. Sometimes +Judith's eyes burned. Once she rose and got out +of the room. "If I were a man, Master Parson," she was +saying to herself, with shut teeth, "by the life of me I +would whip you from Stratford town to Warwick!" And +indeed there was ordinarily a kind of armed truce between +these two, so that no stranger or acquaintance could very +easily decide what their precise relations were, although +every one knew that Judith's mother and sister held the +young divine in great favor, and would fain have had him +of the family.</p> + +<p>At this moment of Judith's entrance he was much exercised, +as has been said, on account of the news that was but +just come from London—how that the King was driving at +still further impositions because of the Commons begrudging +him supplies; and naturally Master Blaise warmly approved +of the Commons, that had been for granting the +liberties to the Puritans which the King had refused. And +not only was this the expression of a general opinion on +the subject, but he maintained as an individual—and as a +very emphatic individual too—that the prerogatives of the +crown, the wardships and purveyances and what not, were +monstrous and abominable, and a way of escape from the +just restraint of Parliament, and he declared with a sudden +vehemence that he would rather perish at the stake than +contribute a single benevolence to the royal purse. Judith's +mother, a tall, slight, silver-haired woman, with eyes +that had once been of extraordinary beauty, but now were +grown somewhat sad and worn, and her daughter Susanna +Hall, who was darker than her sister Judith as regarded +hair and eyebrows, but who had blue-gray eyes of a singular +clearness and quickness and intelligence, listened and +acquiesced; but perhaps they were better pleased when +they found the young parson come out of that vehement +mood; though still he was sharp of tongue and sarcastic, +saying as an excuse for the King that now he was revenging +himself on the English Puritans for the treatment he +had received at the hands of the Scotch Presbyterians, who +had harried him not a little. He had not a word for Judith; +he addressed his discourse entirely to the other two. And +she was content to sit aside, for indeed this discontent with +the crown on the part of the Puritans was nothing strange +or novel to her, and did not in the least help to solve her +present perplexity.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">50</a></span></p><p>And now the maids (for Judith's father would have no +serving-men, nor stable-men, nor husbandmen of any grade +whatever, come within-doors; the work of the house was +done entirely by women-folk) entered to prepare the long +oaken table for supper, seeing which Master Blaise suggested +that before that meal it might be as well to devote +a space to divine worship. So the maids were bidden to +stay their preparations, and to remain, seating themselves +dutifully on a bench brought crosswise, and the others sat +at the table in their usual chairs, while the preacher opened +the large Bible that had been fetched for him, and proceeded +to read the second chapter of the Book of Jeremiah, +expounding as he went along. This running commentary +was, in fact, a sermon applied to all the evils of the day, as +the various verses happened to offer texts; and the ungodliness +and the vanity and the turning away from the Lord +that Jeremiah lamented were attributed in no unsparing +fashion to the town of Stratford and the inhabitants thereof: +"Hear ye the word of the Lord, O house of Jacob, +and all the families of the house of Israel: thus saith the +Lord, What iniquity have your fathers found in me, that +they are gone far from me, and have walked after vanity, +and are become vain?" Nor did he spare himself and his +own calling: "The priests said not, Where is the Lord? +and they that should minister the law knew me not: the +pastors also offended against me, and the prophets prophesied +in Baal, and went after things that did not profit." +And there were bold paraphrases and inductions, too: +"What hast thou now to do in the way of Egypt, to drink +the waters of Nilus? or what makest thou in the way of +Asshur, to drink the waters of the river?" Was not that +the seeking of strange objects—of baubles, and jewels, and +silks, and other instruments of vanity—from abroad, from +the papist land of France, to lure the eye and deceive the +senses, and turn away the mind from the dwelling on holy +things? "Can a maid forget her ornament, or the bride +her attire? yet my people have forgotten me days without +number." This was, indeed, a fruitful text, and there is no +doubt that Judith was indirectly admonished to regard the +extreme simplicity of her mother's and sister's attire; so +that there can be no excuse whatever for her having in her +mind at this very moment some vague fancy that as soon +as supper was over she would go to her own chamber and +take out a certain beaver hat. She did not often wear it, +for it was a present that her father had once brought her +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">51</a></span>from London, and it was ranked among her most precious +treasures; but surely on this evening (she was saying to +herself) it was fitting that she should wear it, not from any +personal vanity, but to the end that this young gentleman, +who seemed to know several of her father's acquaintances +in London, should understand that the daughter of the +owner of New Place was no mere country wench, ignorant +of what was in the fashion. It is grievous that she should +have been concerned with such frivolous thoughts. However, +the chapter came to an end in due time.</p> + +<p>Then good Master Blaise said that they would sing the +One-hundred-and-thirty-seventh Psalm; and this was truly +what Judith had been waiting for. She herself was but +an indifferent singer. She could do little more than +hum such snatches of old songs as occurred to her during +her careless rambles, and that only for her private ear; +but her sister Susanna had a most noble, pure, and clear +contralto voice, that could at any time bring tears to Judith's +eyes, and that, when she joined in the choral parts +of the service in church, made many a young man's +heart tremble strangely. In former days she used to sing +to the accompaniment of her lute; but that was given +over now. Once or twice Judith had brought the discarded +instrument to her, and said,</p> + +<p>"Susan, sweet Susan, for once, for once only, sing to +me '<i>The rose is from my garden gone</i>.'"</p> + +<p>"Why, then—to make you cry, silly one?" the elder sister +would answer. "What profit those idle tears, child, +that are but a luxury and a sinful indulgence?"</p> + +<p>"Susan, but once!" Judith would plead (with the +tears almost already in her eyes)—"once only, '<i>The rose +is from my garden gone</i>.' There is none can sing it like +you."</p> + +<p>But the elder sister was obdurate, as she considered was +right; and Judith, as she walked through the meadows in +the evening, would sometimes try the song for herself, +thinking, or endeavoring to think, that she could hear in +it the pathetic vibrations of her sister's voice. Indeed, at +this moment the small congregation assembled around the +table would doubtless have been deeply shocked had they +known with what a purely secular delight Judith was now +listening to the words of the psalm. There was but one +Bible in the house, so that Master Blaise read out the first +two lines (lest any of the maids might have a lax memory):</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">52</a></span><span class="i0">"When as we sat in Babylon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The rivers round about;"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">and that they sang; then they proceeded in like manner:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And in remembrance of Sion,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tears for grief burst out;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We hanged our harps and instruments<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The willow-trees upon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For in that place men for their use<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had planted many a one."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">It is probable, indeed, that Judith was so wrapped up in +her sister's singing that it did not occur to her to ask herself +whether this psalm, too, had not been chosen with +some regard to the good preacher's discontent with those +in power. At all events, he read out, and they sang, no +further than these two verses:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Then they to whom we prisoners were,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said to us tauntingly:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now let us hear your Hebrew songs<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pleasant melody.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alas! (said we) who can once frame<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His sorrowful heart to sing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The praises of our loving God<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thus under a strange king?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But yet if I Jerusalem<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out of my heart let slide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then let my fingers quite forget<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The warbling harp to guide;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let my tongue within my mouth<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Be tied forever fast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If that I joy before I see<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy full deliverance past."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Then there was a short and earnest prayer; and, that +over, the maids set to work to get forward the supper; +and young Willie Hart was called in from the garden—Judith's +father being away at Wilmcote on some important +business there. In due course of time, supper being +finished, and a devout thanksgiving said, Judith was free; +and instantly she fled away to her own chamber to don +her bravery. It was not vanity (she again said to herself), +it was that her father's daughter should show that she knew +what was due to him and his standing in the town; and +indeed, as she now regarded herself in the little mirror—she +wore a half-circle farthingale, and had on one of her +smartest ruffs—and when she set on her head of short +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">53</a></span>brown curls this exceedingly pretty hat (it was a gray +beaver above, and underneath it was lined with black +satin, and all around the rim was a row of hollow brass +beads that tinkled like small bells), she was quite well satisfied +with her appearance, and that she was fairly entitled +to be. Then she went down and summoned her sweetheart +Willie, to act as her companion and protector and +ally; and together these two passed forth from the house—into +the golden clear evening.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2> + +<h3>A FAREWELL.</h3> + +<p>Always, when she got out into the open air, her spirits +rose into a pure content; and now, as they were walking +westward through the peaceful meadows, the light of the +sunset was on her face; and there was a kind of radiance +there, and careless happiness, that little Willie Hart +scarce dared look upon, so abject and wistful was the worship +that the small lad laid at his pretty cousin's feet. +He was a sensitive and imaginative boy; and the joy and +crown of his life was to be allowed to walk out with his +cousin Judith, her hand holding his; and it did not matter +to him whether she spoke to him, or whether she was +busy with her private thinking, and left him to his own +pleasure and fancies. He had many of these; for he had +heard of all kinds of great and noble persons—princesses, +and empresses, and queens; but to him his cousin Judith +was the Queen of queens; he could not believe that any one +ever was more beautiful—or more gentle and lovable, in +a magical and mystical way—than she was; and in church, +on the quiet Sunday mornings, when the choir was singing, +and all else silence, and dreams were busy in certain small +brains, if there were any far-away pictures of angels in +white and shining robes, coming toward one through rose-red +celestial gardens, be sure they had Judith's eyes and +the light and witchery of these; and that, when they +spoke (if such wonderful creatures vouchsafed to speak), +it was with the softness of Judith's voice. So it is not to +be conceived that Judith, who knew something of this +mute and secret adoration, had any malice in her heart +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">54</a></span>when, on this particular evening, she began to question +the boy as to the kind of sweetheart he would choose +when he was grown up: the fact being that she spoke +from idleness, and a wish to be friendly and companionable, +her thoughts being really occupied elsewhere.</p> + +<p>"Come now, Willie, tell me," said she, "what sort of one +you will choose, some fifteen or twenty years hence, when +you are grown up to be a man, and will be going abroad +from place to place. In Coventry, perchance, you may +find her, or over at Evesham, or in Warwick, or Worcester, +or as far away as Oxford; in all of them are plenty of +pretty maidens to be had for the asking, so you be civil-spoken +enough, and bear yourself well. Now tell me +your fancy, sweetheart; what shall her height be?"</p> + +<p>"Why, you know, Judith," said he, rather shamefacedly. +"Just your height."</p> + +<p>"My height?" she said, carelessly. "Why, that is +neither the one way nor the other. My father says I am +just as high as his heart; and with that I am content. +Well, now, her hair—what color of hair shall she have?"</p> + +<p>"Like yours, Judith; and it must come round about +her ears like yours," said he, glancing up for a moment.</p> + +<p>"Eyes: must they be black, or gray, or brown, or blue? +nay, you shall have your choice, sweetheart Willie; there +be all sorts, if you go far enough afield and look around +you. What eyes do you like, now?"</p> + +<p>"You know well, Judith, there is no one has such pretty +eyes as you; these are the ones I like, and no others."</p> + +<p>"Bless the boy!—would you have her to be like me?"</p> + +<p>"Just like you, Judith—altogether," said he, promptly; +and he added, more shyly, "for you know there is none +as pretty, and they all of them say that."</p> + +<p>"Marry, now!" said she, with a laugh. "Here be +news. What? When you go choosing your sweetheart, +would you pick out one that had as large hands as +these?"</p> + +<p>She held forth her hands, and regarded them; and yet +with some complacency, for she had put on a pair of +scented gloves which her father had brought her from +London, and these were beautifully embroidered with silver, +for he knew her tastes, and that she was not afraid to +wear finery, whatever the preachers might say.</p> + +<p>"Why, you know, Judith," said he, "that there is none +has such pretty hands as you, nor so white, nor so soft."</p> + +<p>"Heaven save us! am I perfection, then?" she cried +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">55</a></span>(but she was pleased). "Must she be altogether like +me?"</p> + +<p>"Just so, Cousin Judith; altogether like you; and she +must wear pretty things like you, and walk as you walk, +and speak like you, else I shall not love her nor go near +her, though she were the Queen herself."</p> + +<p>"Well said, sweetheart Willie!—you shall to the court +some day, if you can speak so fair. And shall I tell you, +now, how you must woo and win such a one?" she continued, +lightly. "It may be you shall find her here or there—in +a farm-house, perchance; or she may be a great lady with +her coach; or a wench in an ale-house; but if she be as +you figure her, this is how you shall do: you must not +grow up to be too nice and fine and delicate-handed; you +must not bend too low for her favor; but be her lord and +governor; and you must be ready to fight for her, if need +there be—yes, you shall not suffer a word to be said in dispraise +of her; and for slanderers you must have a cudgel +and a stout arm withal; and yet you must be gentle with +her, because she is a woman; and yet not too gentle, for +you are a man; and you must be no slape-face, with whining +through the nose that we are all devilish and wicked +and the children of sin; and you must be no tavern-seeker, +with oaths and drunken jests and the like; and when you +find her you must be the master of her—and yet a gentle +master: marry, I cannot tell you more; but, as I hope +for heaven, sweet Willie, you will do well and fairly if she +loves thee half as much as I do."</p> + +<p>And she patted the boy's head. What sudden pang was +it that went through his heart?</p> + +<p>"They say you are going to marry Parson Blaise, Judith," +said he, looking up at her.</p> + +<p>"Do they, now?" said she, with a touch of color in her +face. "They are too kind that would take from me the +business of choosing for myself."</p> + +<p>"Is it true, Judith?"</p> + +<p>"It is but idle talk; heed it not, sweetheart," said she, +rather sharply. "I would they were as busy with their +fingers as with their tongues; there would be more wool +spun in Warwickshire!"</p> + +<p>But here she remembered that she had no quarrel with +the lad, who had but innocently repeated the gossip he +had heard; and so she spoke to him in a more gentle fashion; +and, as they were now come to a parting of the ways, +she said that she had a message to deliver, and bade him +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">56</a></span>go on by himself to the cottage, and have some flowers +gathered for her from out of the garden by the time she +should arrive. He was a biddable boy, and went on without +further question. Then she turned off to the left, and +in a few minutes was in the wide and wooded lane where +she was to meet the young gentleman that had appealed +to her friendliness.</p> + +<p>And there, sure enough, he was; and as he came forward, +hat in hand, to greet her, those eloquent black eyes +of his expressed so much pleasure (and admiration of a +respectful kind) that Judith became for a moment a trifle +self-conscious, and remembered that she was in unusually +brave attire. There may have been something else: some +quick remembrance of the surprise and alarm of the morning; +and also—in spite of her determination to banish +such unworthy fancies—some frightened doubt as to +whether, after all, there might not be a subtle connection +between her meeting with this young gentleman and the +forecasts of the wizard. This was but for a moment, but +it confused her in what she had intended to say (for, in +crossing the meadows, she had been planning out certain +speeches as well as talking idly to Willie Hart), and she +was about to make some stumbling confession to the effect +that she had obtained no clear intelligence from her +gossip Prudence Shawe, when the young gentleman himself +absolved her from all further difficulty.</p> + +<p>"I beseech your pardon, sweet lady," said he, "that I +have caused you so much trouble, and that to no end; for +I am of a mind now not to carry the letter to your father, +whatever hopes there might be of his sympathy and friendship."</p> + +<p>She stared in surprise.</p> + +<p>"Nay, but, good sir," said she, "since you have the +letter, and are so near to Stratford, that is so great a distance +from London, surely it were a world of pities you +did not see my father. Not that I can honestly gather +that he would have any favor for a desperate enterprise +upsetting the peace of the land——"</p> + +<p>"I am in none such, Mistress Judith, believe me," said +he, quickly. "But it behooves me to be cautious; and I +have heard that within the last few hours which summons +me away. If I were inclined to run the risk, there is no +time at this present: and what I can do now is to try to +thank you for the kindness you have shown to one that +has no habit of forgetting."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">57</a></span>"You are going away forthwith?" said she.</p> + +<p>There was no particular reason why she should be sorry +at his departure from the neighborhood, except that he +was an extraordinarily gentle-spoken young man, and of a +courteous breeding, whom her father, as she thought, +would have been pleased to welcome as being commended +from his friend Ben Jonson. Few visitors came to +New Place; the faces to be met with there were grown +familiar year after year. It seemed a pity that this stranger—and +so fair-spoken a stranger, moreover—should be +close at hand, without making her father's acquaintance.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sweet lady," said he, in the same respectful way, +"it is true that I must quit my present lodging for a time; +but I doubt whether I could find anywhere a quieter or +securer place—nay, I have no reason to fear you; I will +tell you freely that it is Bassfield Farm, that is on the left +before you go down the hill to Bidford; and it is like +enough I may come back thither, when that I see how +matters stand with me in London."</p> + +<p>And then he glanced at her with a certain diffidence.</p> + +<p>"Perchance I am too daring," said he; "and yet your +courtesy makes me bold. Were I to communicate with +you when I return——"</p> + +<p>He paused, and his hesitation well became him; it was +more eloquent in its modesty than many words.</p> + +<p>"That were easily done," said Judith at once, and with +her usual frankness; "but I must tell you, good sir, that +any written message you might send me I should have to +show to my friend and gossip Prudence Shawe, that reads +and writes for me, being so skilled in that; and when +you said that to no one was the knowledge to be given +that you were in this neighborhood——"</p> + +<p>"Sweet lady," said he, instantly, with much gratitude +visible in those handsome dark eyes, "if I may so far trespass +on your goodness, I would leave that also within your +discretion. One that you have chosen to be your friend +must needs be trustworthy—nay, I am sure of that."</p> + +<p>"But my father too, good sir——"</p> + +<p>"Nay, not so," said he, with some touch of entreaty in +his voice. "Take it not ill of me, but one that is in peril +must use precautions for his safety, even though they savor +of ill manners and suspicion."</p> + +<p>"As you will, sir—as you will; I know little of such +matters," Judith said. "But yet I know that you do wrong +to mistrust my father."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">58</a></span>"Nay, dearest lady," he said, quickly, "it is you that do +me wrong to use such words. I mistrust him not; but, +indeed, I dare not disclose to him the charge that is +brought against me until I have clearer proofs of my innocence, +and these I hope to have in time, when I may present +myself to your father without fear. Meanwhile, +sweet Mistress Judith, I can but ill express my thanks to +you that you have vouchsafed to lighten the tedium of my +hiding through these few words that have passed between +us. Did you know the dulness of the days at the farm—for +sad thoughts are but sorry companions—you would +understand my gratitude toward you——"</p> + +<p>"Nay, nothing, good sir, nothing," said she; and then +she paused, in some difficulty. She did not like to bid him +farewell without any reference whatsoever to the future; +for in truth she wished to hear more of him, and how his +fortunes prospered. And yet she hesitated about betraying +so much interest—of however distant and ordinary a +kind—in the affairs of a stranger. Her usual frank sympathy +conquered: besides, was not this unhappy young +man the friend of her father's friend?</p> + +<p>"Is it to the farm that you return when you have been +to London?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"I trust so: better security I could not easily find elsewhere; +and my well-wishers have means of communication +with me, so that I can get the news there. Pray +Heaven I may soon be quit of this skulking in corners! +I like it not: it is not the life of a free man."</p> + +<p>"I hope your fortunes will mend, sir, and speedily," +said she, and there was an obvious sincerity in her +voice.</p> + +<p>"Why," said he, with a laugh—for, indeed, this young +man, to be one in peril of his life, bore himself with a +singularly free and undaunted demeanor; and he was not +looking around him in a furtive manner, as if he feared to +be observed, but was allowing his eyes to rest on Judith's +eyes, and on the details of her costume (which he seemed +to approve), in a quite easy and unconcerned manner—"the +birds and beasts we hunt are allowed to rest at times, +but a man in hiding has no peace nor freedom from week's +end to week's end—no, nor at any moment of the day or +night. And if the good people that shelter him are not +entirely of his own station, and if he cares to have but +little speech with them, and if the only book in the house +be the family Bible, then the days are like to pass slowly +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">59</a></span>with him. Can you wonder, sweet Mistress Judith," he +continued, turning his eyes to the ground in a modest +manner, "that I shall carry away the memory of this +meeting with you as a treasure, and dwell on it, and recall +the kindness of each word you have spoken?"</p> + +<p>"In truth, no, good sir," she said, with a touch of color +in her cheeks, that caught the warm golden light shining +over from the west. "I would not have you think them of +any importance, except the hope that matters may go well +with you."</p> + +<p>"And if they should," said he, "or if they should go ill, +and if I were to presume to think that you cared to know +them, when I return to Bassfield I might make so bold as +to send you some brief tidings, through your friend Mistress +Prudence Shawe, that I am sure must be discreet, +since she has won your confidence. But why should I do +so?" he added, after a second. "Why should I trouble you +with news of one whose good or evil fortune cannot concern +you?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, sir, I wish you well," said she, simply, "and would +fain hear better tidings of your condition. If you may not +come at present to New Place, where you would have better +counsel than I can give you, at least you may remember +that there is one in the household there that will be glad +when she hears of your welfare, and better pleased still when +she learns that you are free to make her father's friendship."</p> + +<p>This was clearly a dismissal; and after a few more words +of gratitude on his part (he seemed almost unable to take +away his eyes from her face, or to say all that he would fain +say of thanks for her gracious intervention and sympathy) +they parted; and forthwith Judith—now with a much +lighter heart, for this interview had cost her not a little +embarrassment and anxiety—hastened away back through +the lane in the direction of the barns and gardens of Shottery. +All these occurrences of the day had happened so +rapidly that she had had but little time to reflect over them; +but now she was clearly glad that she should be able to talk +over the whole affair with Prudence Shawe. There would +be comfort in that, and also safety; for, if the truth must +be told, that wild and bewildering fancy that perchance the +wizard had prophesied truly would force itself on her mind +in a disquieting manner. But she strove to reason herself +and laugh herself out of such imaginings. She had plenty +of courage and a strong will. From the first she had made +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">60</a></span>light of the wizard's pretensions; she was not going to +alarm herself about the possible future consequences of +this accidental meeting. And, indeed, when she recalled +the particulars of that meeting, she came to think that the +circumstances of the young man could not be so very desperate. +He did not speak nor look like one in imminent +peril; his gay description of the masques and entertainments +of the court was not the talk of a man seriously and +really in danger of his life. Perhaps he had been in some +thoughtless escapade, and was waiting for the bruit of it to +blow over: perhaps he was unused to confinement, and +may have exaggerated (for this also occurred to her) somewhat +in order to win her sympathy. But, anyhow, he was +in some kind of misfortune or trouble, and she was sorry +for him; and she thought that if Prudence Shawe could +see him, and observe how well-bred and civil-spoken and +courteous a young gentleman he seemed to be, she, too, +would pity the dulness of the life he must be leading +at the farm, and be glad to do anything to relieve such a +tedium. In truth, by the time Judith was drawing near her +grandmother's cottage, she had convinced herself that there +was no dark mystery connected with this young man; that +she had not been holding converse with any dangerous villain +or conspirator; and that soon everything would be +cleared up, and perhaps he himself present himself at New +Place, with Ben Jonson's letter in his hand. So she was +in a cheerful enough frame of mind when she arrived at +the cottage.</p> + +<p>This was a picturesque little building of brick and timber, +with a substantial roof of thatch, and irregularly placed +small windows; and it was prettily set in front of a wild +and variegated garden, and of course all the golden glow +of the west was now flooding the place with its beautiful +light, and causing the little rectangular panes in the open +casements to gleam like jewels. And here, at the wooden +gate of the garden, was Willie Hart, who seemed to have +been using the time profitably, for he had a most diverse +and sweet-scented gathering of flowers and herbs of a humble +and familiar kind—forget-me-nots, and pansies, and +wall-flower, and mint, and sweet-brier, and the like—to +present to his pretty cousin.</p> + +<p>"Well done, sweetheart? and are all these for me?" +said she, as she passed within the little gate, and stood for +a moment arranging and regarding them. "What, then, +what is this?—what mean you by it, Cousin Willie?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">61</a></span>"By what, Cousin Judith?" said the small boy, looking +up with his wondering and wistful eyes.</p> + +<p>"Why," said she, gayly, "this pansy that you have put +fair in the front. Know you not the name of it?"</p> + +<p>"Indeed I know it not, Cousin Judith."</p> + +<p>"Ah, you cunning one! well you know it, I'll be sworn! +Why, 'tis one of the chiefest favorites everywhere. Did +you never hear it called 'kiss me at the gate?' Marry, +'tis an excellent name; and if I take you at your word, little +sweetheart?"</p> + +<p>And so they went into the cottage together; and she had +her arm lying lightly round his neck.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2> + +<h3>A QUARREL.</h3> + +<p>But instantly her manner changed. Just within the +doorway of the passage that cut the rambling cottage into +two halves, and attached to a string that was tied to the +handle of the door, lay a small spaniel-gentle, peacefully +snoozing; and well Judith knew that the owner of the dog +(which she had heard, indeed, was meant to be presented +to herself) was inside. However, there was no retreat possible, +if retreat she would have preferred; for here was the +aged grandmother—a little old woman, with fresh pink +cheeks, silver-white hair, and keen eyes—come out to see +if it were Judith's footsteps she had heard; and she was +kindly in her welcome of the girl, though usually she grumbled +a good deal about her, and would maintain that it was +pure pride and wilfulness that kept her from getting married.</p> + +<p>"Here be finery!" said she, stepping back as if to gain +a fairer view. "God's mercy, wench, have you come to +your senses at last?—be you seeking a husband?—would +you win one of them? They have waited a goodly time for +the bating of your pride; but you must after them at last—ay, +ay, I thought 'twould come to that."</p> + +<p>"Good grandmother, you give me no friendly welcome," +said Judith. "And Willie here; have you no word for +him, that he is come to see how you do?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, come in, then, sweetings both; come in and sit ye +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">62</a></span>down: little Willie has been in the garden long enough, +though you know I grudge you not the flowers, wench. +Ay, ay, there is one within, Judith, that would fain be a +nearer neighbor, as I hear, if you would but say yea; and +bethink ye, wench, an apple may hang too long on the +bough—your bravery may be put on to catch the eye when +it is overlate——"</p> + +<p>"I pray you, good grandmother, forbear," said Judith, +with some asperity. "I have my own mind about such +things."</p> + +<p>"All's well, wench, all's well," said the old dame, as she +led the way into the main room of the cottage. It was a +wide and spacious apartment, with heavy black beams overhead, +a mighty fire-place, here or there a window in the +walls just as it seemed to have been wanted, and in the +middle of the floor a plain old table, on which were placed +a jug and two or three horn tumblers.</p> + +<p>Of course Judith knew whom she had to expect: the +presence of the little spaniel-gentle at the door had told +her that. This young fellow that now quickly rose from +his chair and came forward to meet her—"Good-even to +you, Judith," said he, in a humble way, and his eyes seemed +to beseech her favor—was as yet but in his two-and-twentieth +year, but his tall and lithe and muscular figure had +already the firm set of manhood on it. He was spare of +form and square-shouldered; his head smallish, his brown +hair short; his features were regular, and the forehead, if +not high, was square and firm; the general look of him was +suggestive of a sculptured Greek or Roman wrestler, but +that this deprecating glance of the eyes was not quite consistent. +And, to tell the truth, wrestling and his firm-sinewed +figure had something to do with his extreme humility +on this occasion. He was afraid that Judith had heard +something. To have broken the head of a tapster was not +a noble performance, no matter how the quarrel was forced +on him; and this was but the most recent of several squabbles; +for the championship in the athletic sports of a country +neighborhood is productive of rivals, who may take +many ways of provoking anger. "Good-even to you, Judith," +said he, as if he really would have said, "Pray you believe +not all the ill you hear of me!" Judith, however, did +not betray anything by her manner, which was friendly +enough in a kind of formal way, and distinctly reserved. +She sat down, and asked her grandmother what news she +had of the various members of the family, that now were +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">63</a></span>widely scattered throughout Warwickshire. She declined +the cup of merry-go-down that the young man civilly offered +to her. She had a store of things to tell about her +father; and about the presents he had brought; and about +the two pieces of song-music that Master Robert Johnson +had sent, that her father would have Susan try over on the +lute; and the other twenty acres that were to be added; +and the talk there had been of turning the house opposite +New Place, at the corner of Chapel Street and Scholars +Lane, into a tavern, and how that had happily been abandoned—for +her father wanted no tavern-revelry within hearing; +and so forth; but all this was addressed to the grandmother. +The young man got scarce a word, though now +and again he would interpose gently, and, as it were, begging +her to look his way. She was far kinder to Willie +Hart, who was standing by her side; for sometimes she +would put her hand on his shoulder, or stroke his long +yellow-brown hair.</p> + +<p>"Willie says he will have just such another as I, grandmother," +said she, when these topics were exhausted, "to +be his sweetheart when he grows up; so you see there be +some that value me."</p> + +<p>"Look to it that you be not yourself unmarried then, +Judith," said the old dame, who was never done grumbling +on this account. "I should not marvel; they that refuse +when they are sought come in time to wonder that there +are none to seek—nay, 'tis so, I warrant you. You are +hanging late on the bough, wench; see you be not forgotten."</p> + +<p>"But, good grandmother," said Judith, with some color +in her cheeks (for this was an awkward topic in the presence +of this youth), "would you have me break from the +rule of the family? My mother was six-and-twenty when +she married, and Susan four-and-twenty; and indeed there +might come one of us who did not perceive the necessity +of marrying at all."</p> + +<p>"In God's name, if that be your mind, wench, hold to it. +Hold to it, I say!" And then the old dame glanced +with her sharp eyes at the pretty costume of her visitor. +"But I had other thoughts when I saw such a fine young +madam at the door; in truth, they befit you well, these +braveries; indeed they do; though 'tis a pity to have them +bedecking out one that is above the marrying trade. But +take heed, wench, take heed lest you change your mind +when it is too late; the young men may hold you to your +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">64</a></span>word, and you find yourself forsaken when you least expect +it."</p> + +<p>"Give ye thanks for your good comfort, grandmother," +said Judith, indifferently. And then she rose. "Come, +Willie, 'tis about time we were going through the fields to +the town. What message have you, grandmother, for my +father? He is busy from morning till night since his coming +home; but I know he will be over to visit you soon. +The flowers, Willie—did you leave them on the bench outside?"</p> + +<p>But she was not allowed to depart in this fashion. The +old dame's discontents with her pretty granddaughter—that +was now grown into so fair and blithe a young woman—were +never of a lasting nature; and now she would have both +Judith and little Willie taste of some gingerbread of her +own baking, and then Judith had again to refuse a sup of +the ale that stood on the table, preferring a little water instead. +Moreover, when they had got out into the garden, +behold! this young man would come also, to convoy them +home on their way across the fields. It was a gracious +evening, sweet and cool; there was a clear twilight shining +over the land; the elms were dark against the palely +luminous sky. And then, as the three of them went across +the meadows toward Stratford town, little Willie Hart was +intrusted with the care of the spaniel-gentle—that was +young and wayward, and possessed with a mad purpose of +hunting sparrows—and as the dog kept him running this +way and that, he was mostly at some distance from these +other two, and Judith's companion, young Quiney, had +every opportunity of speaking with her.</p> + +<p>"I sent you a message, Judith," said he, rather timidly, +but anxiously watching the expression of her face all the +time, "a token of remembrance: I trust it did not displease +you?"</p> + +<p>"You should have considered through whose hands it +would come," said she, without regarding him.</p> + +<p>"How so?" he asked, in some surprise.</p> + +<p>"Why, you know that Prudence would have to read it."</p> + +<p>"And why not, Judith? Why should she not? She is +your friend; and I care not who is made aware that—that—well, +you know what I mean, dear Judith, but, I fear to +anger you by saying it. You were not always so hard to +please."</p> + +<p>There was a touch of reproach in this that she did not +like. Besides, was it fair? Of course she had been kinder +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">65</a></span>to him when he was a mere stripling—when they were boy +and girl together; but now he had put forth other pretensions; +and they stood on a quite different footing; and in +his pertinacity he would not understand why she was always +speaking to him of Prudence Shawe, and extolling +her gentleness and sweet calm wisdom and goodness. "The +idle boy!" she would say to herself; "Why did God give +him such a foolish head that he must needs come fancying +me?" And sometimes she was angry because of his dulness +and that he would not see; though, indeed, she could +not speak quite plainly.</p> + +<p>"You should think," said she, on this occasion, with some +sharpness, "that these idle verses that you send me are +read by Prudence. Well, doubtless, she may not heed +that——"</p> + +<p>"Why should she heed, Judith?" said he. "'Tis but an +innocent part she takes in the matter—a kindness, merely."</p> + +<p>She dared not say more, and she was vexed with him for +putting this restraint upon her. She turned upon him with +a glance of sudden and rather unfriendly scrutiny.</p> + +<p>"What is this now that I hear of you?" said she. "Another +brawl! A tavern brawl! I marvel you have escaped +so long with a whole skin."</p> + +<p>"I know not who carries tales of me to you, Judith," +said he, somewhat warmly, "but if you yourself were more +friendly you would take care to choose a more friendly +messenger. It is always the worst that you hear. If there +was a brawl, it was none of my seeking. And if my skin is +whole, I thank God I can look after that for myself; I am +not one that will be smitten on one cheek and turn the +other—like your parson friend."</p> + +<p>This did not mend matters much.</p> + +<p>"My parson friend?" said she, with some swift color in +her cheeks. "My parson friend is one that has respect +for his office, and has a care for his reputation, and lives a +peaceable, holy life. Would you have him frequent ale-houses, +and fight with drawers and tapsters? Marry and +amen! but I find no fault with the parson's life."</p> + +<p>"Nay, that is true, indeed," said he, bitterly: "you can +find no fault in the parson—as every one says. But there +are others that see with other eyes, and would tell you in +what he might amend——"</p> + +<p>"I care not to know," said she.</p> + +<p>"It were not amiss," said he, for he was determined to +speak—"it were not amiss if Sir Parson showed a little +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">66</a></span>more honesty in his daily walk—that were not amiss, for +one thing."</p> + +<p>"In what is he dishonest, then?" said she, instantly, and +she turned and faced him with indignant eyes.</p> + +<p>Well, he did not quail. His blood was up. This championship +of the parson, that he had scarce expected of her, +only fired anew certain secret suspicions of his; and he had +no mind to spare his rival, whether he were absent or no.</p> + +<p>"Why, then, does he miscall the King, and eat the King's +bread?" said he, somewhat hotly. "Is it honest to conform +in public, and revile in private? I say, let him go forth, +as others have been driven forth, if the state of affairs content +him not. I say that they who speak against the King—marry, +it were well done to chop the rogues' ears off!—I +say they should be ashamed to eat the King's bread."</p> + +<p>"He eats no King's bread?" said Judith.—and alas! her +eyes had a look in them that pierced him to the heart: it +was not the glance he would fain have met with there. +"He eats the bread of the Church, that has been despoiled +of its possessions again and again by the Crown and the +lords; and why should he go forth? He is a minister; is +there harm that he should wish to see the services reformed? +He is at his post; would you have him desert it, or else +keep silent? No, he is no such coward, I warrant you. He +will speak his mind; it were ill done of him else?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, he can do no harm at all—in your judgment," +said he, somewhat sullenly, "if it all be true that they say."</p> + +<p>"And who is it, then, that should speak of idle tales +and the believing of them?" said she, with indignant reproach. +"You say I welcome evil stories about you? +And you? Are you so quick to put away the idle gossip +they bring you about me? Would you not rather believe +it? I trow you would as lief believe it as not. That it is +to have friends! That it is to have those who should defend +you in your absence; but would rather listen to +slander against you! But when they speak about women's +idle tongues, they know little; it is men who are the +readiest to listen, and to carry evil reports and lying!"</p> + +<p>"I meant not to anger you, Judith," said he, more +humbly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, but you have angered me," said she (with her lips +becoming tremulous, but only for a second). "What concern +have I with Parson Blaise? I would they that spake +against him were as good men and honest as he——"</p> + +<p>"Indeed, they speak no ill of him, Judith," said he (for +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">67</a></span>he was grieved that they were fallen out so, and there was +nothing he would not have retracted that so he might win +back to her favor again, in however small a degree), "except +that he is disputatious, and would lead matters no +one knows whither. 'Tis but a few minutes ago that your +grandmother there was saying that we should never have +peace and quiet in Church affairs till the old faith was restored——"</p> + +<p>Here, indeed, she pricked up her ears; but she would +say no more. She had not forgiven him yet; and she was +proud and silent.</p> + +<p>"And though I do not hold with that—for there would +be a bloody struggle before the Pope could be master in +England again—nevertheless, I would have the ministers +men of peace, as they profess to be, and loyal to the King, +who is at the head of the Church as well as of the realm. +However, let it pass. I wish to have no quarrel with you, +Judith."</p> + +<p>"How does your business?" said she, abruptly changing +the subject.</p> + +<p>"Well—excellently well; it is not in that direction that +I have any anxiety about the future."</p> + +<p>"Do you give it your time? You were best take heed, +for else it is like to slip away from you," she said; and he +thought she spoke rather coldly, and as if her warning +were meant to convey something more than appeared.</p> + +<p>And then she added:</p> + +<p>"You were at Wilmecote on Tuesday?"</p> + +<p>"You must have heard why, Judith," he said. "Old +Pike was married again that day, and they would have me +over to his wedding."</p> + +<p>"And on the Wednesday, what was there at Bidford, +then, that you must needs be gone when my mother sent +to you?"</p> + +<p>"At Bidford?" said he (and he was sorely puzzled as to +whether he should rejoice at these questions as betraying +a friendly interest in his affairs, or rather regarded them +as conveying covert reproof, and expressing her dissatisfaction +with him, and distrust of him). "At Bidford, Judith—well, +there was business as well as pleasure there. +For you must know that Daniel Hutt is come home for a +space from the new settlements in Virginia, and is for +taking back with him a number of laborers that are all in +due time to make their fortunes there. Marry, 'tis a good +chance for some of them, for broken men are as welcome +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">68</a></span>as any, and there are no questions asked as to their having +been intimate with the constable and the justice. So there +was a kind of merry-meeting of Daniel's old friends, that +was held at the Falcon at Bidford—and the host is a good +customer of mine, so it was prudent of me to go thither—and +right pleasant was it to hear Daniel Hutt tell of his +adventures by sea and shore. And he gave us some of the +tobacco that he had brought with him. And to any that +will go back with him to Jamestown he promises allotments +of land, though at first there will be tough labor, as +he says, honestly. Oh, a worthy man is this Daniel Hutt, +though, as yet his own fortune seems not so secure."</p> + +<p>"With such junketings," said she, with ever so slight a +touch of coldness, "'tis no wonder you could not spare +the time to come and see my father on the evening of his +getting home."</p> + +<p>"There, now, Judith!" he exclaimed. "Would you +have me break in upon him at such a busy season, when +even you yourself are careful to refrain? It had been ill-mannered +of me to do such a thing; but 'twas no heedlessness +that led to my keeping away, as you may well imagine."</p> + +<p>"It is difficult to know the reasons when friends hold +aloof," said she. "You have not been near the house for +two or three weeks, as I reckon."</p> + +<p>And here again he would have given much to know +whether her speech—which was curiously reserved in tone—meant +that she had marked these things out of regard +for him, or that she wished to reprove him.</p> + +<p>"I can give you the reason for that, Judith," said this +tall and straight young fellow, who from time to time regarded +his companion's face with some solicitude, as if he +fain would have found some greater measure of friendliness +there. "I have not been often to New Place of late +because of one I thought I might meet there who would +be no better pleased to see me than I him; and—and perhaps +because of another—that I did not know whether she +might be the better pleased to have me there or find me +stay away——"</p> + +<p>"Your reasons are too fine," said she. "I scarce understand +them."</p> + +<p>"That is because you won't understand; I think I have +spoken plain enough ere now, Judith, I make bold to +say."</p> + +<p>She flushed somewhat at this; but it was no longer in +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">69</a></span>anger. She seemed willing to be on good terms with him, +but always in that measured and distant way.</p> + +<p>"Willie!" she called. "Come hither, sweetheart!"</p> + +<p>With some difficulty her small cousin made his way back +to her, dragging the reluctant spaniel so that its head +seemed to be in jeopardy.</p> + +<p>"He <i>will</i> go after the birds, Cousin Judith; you will +never teach him to follow you."</p> + +<p>"I?" she said.</p> + +<p>"Willie knows I want you to have the dog, Judith," her +companion said, quickly. "I got him for you when I was +at Gloucester. 'Tis a good breed—true Maltese, I can +warrant him; and the fashionable ladies will scarce stir +abroad without one to follow them, or to carry with them +in their coaches when they ride. Will you take him Judith?"</p> + +<p>She was a little embarrassed.</p> + +<p>"'Tis a pretty present," said she, "but you have not +chosen the right one to give it to."</p> + +<p>"What mean you?" said he.</p> + +<p>"Nay, now, have not I the Don?" she said, with greater +courage. "He is a sufficient companion if I wish to walk +abroad. Why should you not give this little spaniel to +one that has no such companion—I mean to Prudence +Shaw?"</p> + +<p>"To Prudence!" said he, regarding her; for this +second introduction of Judith's friend seemed strange, as +well as the notion that he should transfer this prized gift +to her.</p> + +<p>"There, now, is one so gentle and kind to every one +and everything that she would tend the little creature with +care," she continued. "It would be more fitting for her +than for me."</p> + +<p>"You could be kind enough, Judith—if you chose," +said he, under his breath, for Willie Hart was standing +by.</p> + +<p>"Nay, I have the Don," said she, "that is large, and +worldly, and serious, and clumsy withal. Give this little +playfellow to Prudence, who is small and neat and gentle +like itself; surely that were fitter."</p> + +<p>"I had hoped you would have accepted the little spaniel +from me, Judith," said he, with very obvious disappointment.</p> + +<p>"Moreover," said she, lightly, "two of a trade would +never agree: we should have this one and the Don continually +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">70</a></span>quarrelling, and sooner or later the small one +would lose its head in the Don's great jaws."</p> + +<p>"Why, the mastiff is always chained, and at the barn +gate, Judith," said he. "This one would be within-doors, +as your playfellow. But I care not to press a gift."</p> + +<p>"Nay, now, be not displeased," said she, gently enough. +"I am not unthankful; I think well of your kindness, +but it were still better done if you were to change your +intention and give the spaniel to one that would have a +gentler charge over it, and think none the less of it, as I +can vouch for. Pray you give it to Prudence."</p> + +<p>"A discarded gift is not worth the passing on," said he; +and as they were now come quite near to the town, where +there was a dividing of ways, he stopped as though he +would shake hands and depart.</p> + +<p>"Will you not go on to the house? You have not seen +my father since his coming home," she said.</p> + +<p>"No, not to-night, Judith," he said. "Doubtless he is +still busy, and I have affairs elsewhere."</p> + +<p>She glanced at him with one of those swift keen glances +of hers.</p> + +<p>"Where go you to spend the evening, if I may make so +bold?" she said.</p> + +<p>"Not to the ale-house, as you seem to suspect," he answered, +with just a trifle of bitterness; and then he took +the string to lead away the spaniel, and he bade her farewell—in +a kind of half-hearted and disappointed and +downcast way—and left.</p> + +<p>She looked after him a second or so, as she fastened a +glove-button that had got loose. And then she sighed as +she turned away.</p> + +<p>"Sweetheart Willie," said she, putting her hand softly +on the boy's shoulder, as he walked beside her, "I think +you said you loved me?"</p> + +<p>"Why, you know I do, Cousin Judith," said he.</p> + +<p>"What a pity it is, then," said she, absently, "that you +cannot remain always as you are, and keep your ten years +forever and a day, so that we should always be friends as +we are now!"</p> + +<p>He did not quite know what she meant, but he was +sufficiently well pleased and contented when he was thus +close by her side; and when her hand was on his shoulder +or on his neck it was to him no burden, but a delight. +And so walking together, and with some gay and careless +prattle between them, they went on and into the town.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER IX.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">71</a></span></h2> + +<h3>THROUGH THE MEADOWS.</h3> + +<p>Some two or three days after that, and toward the evening, +Prudence Shawe was in the church-yard, and she was +alone, save that now and again some one might pass along +the gravelled pathway, and these did not stay to interrupt +her. She had with her a basket, partly filled with flowers, +also a small rake and a pair of gardener's shears, and she +was engaged in going from grave to grave, here putting a +few fresh blossoms to replace the withered ones, and there +removing weeds, or cutting the grass smooth, and generally +tending those last resting-places with a patient and +loving care. It was a favorite employment with her when +she had a spare afternoon; nor did she limit her attention +to the graves of those whom she had known in life; her +charge was a general one, and when they who had friends +or relatives buried there came to the church on a Sunday +morning, and perhaps from some distance, and when they +saw that some gentle hand had been employed there in +the interval, they knew right well that that hand was the +hand of Prudence Shawe. It was a strange fancy on the +part of one who was so averse from all ornament or decoration +in ordinary life that nothing was too beautiful for a +grave. She herself would not wear a flower, but her best, +and the best she could beg or borrow anywhere, she freely +gave to those that were gone away; she seemed to have +some vague imagination that our poor human nature was +not worthy of this beautifying care until it had become +sanctified by the sad mystery of death.</p> + +<p>It was a calm, golden-white evening, peaceful and silent; +the rooks were cawing in the dark elms above her; the +swallows dipping and darting under the boughs; the +smooth-flowing yellow river was like glass, save that now +and again the perfect surface was broken by the rising of +a fish. Over there in the wide meadows beyond the +stream a number of boys were playing at rounders or +prisoner's-base, or some such noisy game; but the sound +of their shouting was softened by the distance; so quiet +was it here, as she continued at her pious task, that she +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">72</a></span>might almost have heard herself breathing. And once or +twice she looked up, and glanced toward the little gate as +if expecting some one.</p> + +<p>It was Judith, of course, that she was expecting; and at +this moment Judith was coming along to the church-yard +to seek her out. What a contrast there was between these +two—this one pale and gentle and sad-eyed, stooping over +the mute graves in the shadow of the elms; that other +coming along through the warm evening light with all +her usual audacity of gait, the peach-bloom of health on +her cheek, carelessness and content in her clear-shining +eyes, and the tune of "Green Sleeves" ringing through a +perfectly idle brain. Indeed, what part of her brain may +not have been perfectly idle was bent solely on mischief. +Prudence had been away for two or three days, staying +with an ailing sister. All that story of the adventure with +the unfortunate young gentleman had still to be related to +her. And again and again Judith had pictured to herself +Prudence's alarm and the look of her timid eyes when she +should hear of such doings, and had resolved that the tale +would lose nothing in the telling. Here, indeed, was +something for two country maidens to talk about. The +even current of their lives was broken but by few surprises, +but here was something more than surprise—something +with suggestions of mystery and even danger behind it. +This was no mere going out to meet a wizard. Any farm +wench might have an experience of that kind; any ploughboy, +deluded by the hope of digging up silver in one of +his master's fields. But a gentleman in hiding—one that +had been at court—one that had seen the King sitting in +his chair of state, while Ben Jonson's masque was opened +out before the great and noble assemblage—this was one +to speak about, truly, one whose fortunes and circumstances +were like to prove a matter of endless speculation and +curiosity.</p> + +<p>But when Judith drew near to the little gate of the +church-yard, and saw how Prudence was occupied, her +heart smote her.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Green sleeves was all my joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Green sleeves was my delight,<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">went clear out of her head. There was a kind of shame on +her face; and when she went along to her friend she could +not help exclaiming, "How good you are, Prue!"</p> + +<p>"I!" said the other, with some touch of wonder in the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">73</a></span>upturned face. "I fear that cannot be said of any of us, +Judith."</p> + +<p>"I would I were like you, sweetheart," was the answer, +with a bit of a sigh.</p> + +<p>"Like me, Judith?" said Prudence, returning to her +task (which was nearly ended now, for she had but few +more flowers left). "Nay, what makes you think that? +I wish I were far other than I am."</p> + +<p>"Look, now," Judith said, "how you are occupied at +this moment. Is there another in Stratford that has such +a general kindness? How many would think of employing +their time so? How many would come away from +their own affairs——"</p> + +<p>"It may be I have more idle time than many," said Prudence, +with a slight flush. "But I commend not myself +for this work; in truth, no; 'tis but a pastime; 'tis for my +own pleasure."</p> + +<p>"Indeed, then, good Prue, you are mistaken, and that I +know well," said the other, peremptorily. "Your own +pleasure? Is it no pleasure, then, think you, for them +that come from time to time, and are right glad to see that +some one has been tending the graves of their friends or +kinsmen? And do you think, now, it is no pleasure to +the poor people themselves—I mean them that are gone—to +look at you as you are engaged so, and to think that +they are not quite forgotten? Surely it must be a pleasure +to them. Surely they cannot have lost all their interest +in what happens here—in Stratford—where they lived; +and surely they must be grateful to you for thinking of +them, and doing them this kindness? I say it were ill done +of them else. I say they ought to be thankful to you. +And no doubt they are, could we but learn."</p> + +<p>"Judith! Judith! you have such a bold way of regarding +what is all a mystery to us," said her gentle-eyed friend. +"Sometimes you frighten me."</p> + +<p>"I would I knew, now," said the other, looking absently +across the river to the boys that were playing there, +"whether my little brother Hamnet—had you known him +you would have loved him as I did, Prudence—I say I +wish I knew whether he is quite happy and content where +he is, or whether he would not rather be over there now +with the other boys. If he looks down and sees them, may +it not make him sad sometimes—to be so far away from +us? I always think of him as being alone there, and he +was never alone here. I suppose he thinks of us sometimes. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">74</a></span>Whenever I hear the boys shouting like that at +their play I think of him; but indeed he was never noisy +and unruly. My father used to call him the girl-boy, +but he was fonder of him than of all us others; he once +came all the way from London when he heard that Hamnet +was lying sick of a fever."</p> + +<p>She turned to see how Prudence was getting on with +her work; but she was in no hurry; and Prudence was +patient and scrupulously careful; and the dead, had they +been able to speak, would not have bade her cease and go +away, for a gentler hand never touched a grave.</p> + +<p>"I suppose it is Grandmother Hathaway who will go +next," Judith continued, in the same absent kind of way; +"but indeed she says she is right well content either to go +or to stay; for now, as she says, she has about as many +kinsfolk there as here, and she will not be going among +strangers. And well I know she will make for Hamnet as +soon as she is there, for like my father's love for Bess Hall +was her love for the boy while he was with us. Tell me, +Prudence, has he grown up to be of my age? You know +we were twins. Is he a man now, so that we should see +him as some one different? Or is he still our little Hamnet, +just as we used to know him?"</p> + +<p>"How can I tell you, Judith?" the other said, almost +in pain. "You ask such bold questions; and all these +things are hidden from us and behind a veil."</p> + +<p>"But these are what one would like to know," said +Judith, with a sigh. "Nay, if you could but tell me of +such things, then you might persuade me to have a greater +regard for the preachers; but when you come and ask +about such real things, they say it is all a mystery; they +cannot tell; and would have you be anxious about schemes +of doctrine, which are but strings of words. My father, +too: when I go to him—nay, but it is many a day since I +tried—he would look at me and say, 'What is in your brain +now? To your needle, wench, to your needle!'"</p> + +<p>"But naturally, Judith! Such things are mercifully +hidden from us now, but they will be revealed when it is +fitting for us to know them. How could our ordinary life +be possible if we knew what was going on in the other +world? We should have no interest in the things around +us, the greater interest would be so great."</p> + +<p>"Well, well, well," said Judith, coming with more practical +eyes to the present moment, "are you finished, sweet +mouse, and will you come away? What, not satisfied yet? +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">75</a></span>I wonder if they know the care you take. I wonder if one +will say to the other: 'Come and see. She is there again. +We are not quite forgotten.' And will you do that for me, +too, sweet Prue? Will you put some pansies on my grave, +too?—and I know you will say out of your charity, 'Well, +she was not good and pious, as I would have had her to +be; she had plenty of faults; but at least she often wished +to be better than she was.' Nay, I forgot," she added, +glancing carelessly over to the church; "they say we shall +lie among the great people, since my father bought the +tithes—that we have the right to be buried in the chancel; +but indeed I know I would a hundred times liefer have +my grave in the open here, among the grass and the +trees."</p> + +<p>"You are too young to have such thoughts as these, +Judith," said her companion, as she rose and shut down +the lid of the now empty basket. "Come; shall we +go?"</p> + +<p>"Let us cross the foot-bridge, sweet Prue," Judith said, +"and go through the meadows and round by Clopton's +bridge, and so home; for I have that to tell you will take +some time; pray Heaven it startle you not out of your +senses withal!"</p> + +<p>It was not, however, until they had got away from the +church-yard, and were out in the clear golden light of the +open, that she began to tell her story. She had linked +her arm within that of her friend. Her manner was grave; +and if there was any mischief in her eyes, it was of a demure +kind, not easily detected. She confessed that it was +out of mere wanton folly that she had gone to the spot +indicated by the wizard, and without any very definite +hope or belief. But as chance would have it, she did +encounter a stranger—one, indeed, that was coming to her +father's house. Then followed a complete and minute +narrative of what the young man had said—the glimpses +he had given her of his present condition, both on the occasion +of that meeting and on the subsequent one, and +how she had obtained his permission to state these things +to this gentle gossip of hers. Prudence listened in silence, +her eyes cast down; Judith could not see the gathering +concern on her face. Nay, the latter spoke rather in a +tone of raillery; for, having had time to look back over +the young gentleman's confessions, and his manner, and +so forth, she had arrived at a kind of assurance that he +was in no such desperate case. There were many reasons +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">76</a></span>why a young man might wish to lie perdu for a time; but +this one had not talked as if any very imminent danger +threatened him; at least, if he had intimated as much, the +impression produced upon her was not permanent. And +if Judith now told the story with a sort of careless bravado—as +if going forth in secret to meet this stranger was a +thing of risk and hazard—it was with no private conviction +that there was any particular peril in the matter, but +rather with the vague fancy that the adventure looked daring +and romantic, and would appear as something terrible +in the eyes of her timid friend.</p> + +<p>But what now happened startled her. They were going +up the steps of the foot-bridge, Prudence first, and Judith, +following her, had just got to the end of her story. Prudence +suddenly turned round, and her face, now opposed +to the westering light, was, as Judith instantly saw, quite +aghast.</p> + +<p>"But, Judith, you do not seem to understand!" she exclaimed. +"Was not that the very stranger the wizard said +you would meet?—the very hour, the very place? In +good truth, it must have been so! Judith, what manner +of man have you been in company with?"</p> + +<p>For an instant a flush of color overspread Judith's face, +and she said, with a sort of embarrassed laugh:</p> + +<p>"Well, and if it were so, sweet mouse? If that were +the appointed one, what then?"</p> + +<p>She was on the bridge now. Prudence caught her by +both hands, and there was an anxious and piteous appeal +in the loving eyes.</p> + +<p>"Dear Judith, I beseech you, be warned! Have nothing +to do with the man! Did I not say that mischief +would come of planting the charm in the church-yard, and +shaming a sacred place with such heathenish magic? +And now look already—here is one that you dare not speak +of to your own people; he is in secret correspondence +with you. Heaven alone knows what dark deeds he may +be bent upon, or what ruin he may bring upon you and +yours. Judith, you are light-hearted and daring, and you +love to be venturesome; but I know you better than you +know yourself, sweetheart. You would not willingly do +wrong, or bring harm on those that love you; and for the +sake of all of us, Judith, have nothing to do with this man."</p> + +<p>Judith was embarrassed, and perhaps a trifle remorseful; +she had not expected her friend to take this adventure +so very seriously.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">77</a></span>"Dear Prue, you alarm yourself without reason," she +said (but there was still some tell-tale color in her face). +"Indeed, there is no magic or witchery about the young +man. Had I seen a ghost, I should have been frightened, +no doubt, for all that Don Roderigo was with me; and +had I met one of the Stratford youths at the appointed +place, I should have said that perhaps the good wizard +had guessed well; but this was merely a stranger coming +to see my father; and the chance that brought us together—well, +what magic was in that?—it would have happened +to you had you been walking in the lane: do you see that, +dear mouse?—it would have happened to yourself had you +been walking in the lane, and he would have asked of you +the question that he asked of me. Nay, banish that fancy, +sweet Prue, else I should be ashamed to do anything further +for the young man that is unfortunate, and very grateful +withal for a few words of friendliness. And so fairly +spoken a young man, too; and so courtly in his bearing; +and of such a handsome presence——"</p> + +<p>"But, dear Judith, listen to me!—do not be led into +such peril! Know you not that evil spirits can assume +goodly shapes—the Prince of Darkness himself——"</p> + +<p>She could not finish what she had to say, her imagination +was so filled with terror.</p> + +<p>"Sweet Puritan," said Judith, with a smile, "I know +well that he goeth about like a raging lion, seeking whom +he may devour; I know it well; but believe me it would +not be worth his travail to haunt such a lonely and useless +place as the lane that goes from Shottery to the Bidford +road. Nay, but I will convince you, good mouse, by the +best of all evidence, that there is nothing ghostly or evil +about the young man; you shall see him, Prue—indeed +you must and shall. When that he comes back to his hiding, +I will contrive that you shall see him and have speech +with him, and sure you will pity him as much as I do. +Poor young gentleman, that he should be suspected of +being Satan! Nay, how could he be Satan, Prue, and be +admitted to the King's court? Hath not our good King +a powerful insight into the doings of witches and wizards +and the like? and think you he would allow Satan in +person to come into the very Banqueting-hall to see a +masque?"</p> + +<p>"Judith! Judith!" said the other, piteously, "when +you strive against me with your wit, I cannot answer you; +but my heart tells me that you are in exceeding danger. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">78</a></span>I would warn you, dear cousin; I were no true friend to +you else."</p> + +<p>"But you are the best and truest of friends, you dearest +Prue," said Judith, lightly, as she released her hands from +her companion's earnest grasp. "Come, let us on, or we +shall go supperless for the evening."</p> + +<p>She passed along and over the narrow bridge, and down +the steps on the other side. She did <span class="err" title="original: not not">not</span> seem much +impressed by Prudence's entreaties; indeed, she was singing +aloud:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hey, good fellow, I drink to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pardonnez moi, je vous en prie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To all good fellows, where'er they be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With never a penny of money!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Prudence overtook her.</p> + +<p>"Judith," said she, "even if he be not of that fearful +kind—even if he be a real man, and such as he represents +himself, bethink you what you are doing! There may be +another such gathering as that at Dunchurch; and would +you be in correspondence with a plotter and murderer? +Nay, what was't you asked of me the other day?" she +added, suddenly; and she stood still to confront her +friend, with a new alarm in her eyes. "Did you not ask +whether your father was well affected toward the Papists? +Is there another plot?—another treason against the King?—and +you would harbor one connected with such a +wicked, godless, and bloodthirsty plan?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, nay, sweet mouse! Have I not told you? He +declares he has naught to do with any such enterprise; +and if you would but see him, Prudence, you would believe +him. Sure I am that you would believe him instantly. +Why, now, there be many reasons why a young gentleman +might wish to remain concealed——"</p> + +<p>"None, Judith, none!" the other said, with decision. +"Why should an honest man fear the daylight?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, as for that," was the careless answer, "there be +many an honest man that has got into the clutches of the +twelve-in-the-hundred rogues; and when the writs are out +against such a one, I hold it no shame that he would +rather be out of the way than be thrown among the +wretches in Bocardo. I know well what I speak of; +many a time have I heard my father and your brother +talk of it; how the rogues of usurers will keep a man in +prison for twelve years for a matter of sixteen shillings—what +is it they call it?—making dice of his bones? And +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">79</a></span>if the young gentleman fear such treatment and the horrible +company of the prisons, I marvel not that he should +prefer the fresh air of Bidford, howsoever dull the life at +the farm may be."</p> + +<p>"And if that were all, why should he fear to bring the +letter to your father?" the other said, with a quick glance +of suspicion: she did not like the way in which Judith's +ready brain could furnish forth such plausible conjectures +and excuses. "Answer me that, Judith. Is your father +one likely to call aloud and have the man taken, if that be +all that is against him? Why should he be afraid to +bring the letter from your father's friend? Nay, why +should he be on the way to the house with it, and thereafter +stop short and change his mind? There is many a +mile betwixt London and Stratford; 'tis a marvellous +thing he should travel all that way, and change his mind +within a few minutes of being in the town. I love not +such dark ways, Judith; no good thing can come of them, +but evil; and it were ill done of you—even if you be careless +of danger to yourself, as I trow you mostly are—I say +it is ill done of you to risk the peace of your family by +holding such dangerous converse with a stranger, and one +that may bring harm to us all."</p> + +<p>Judith was not well pleased; her mouth became rather +proud.</p> + +<p>"Marry, if this be your Christian charity, I would not +give a penny ballad for it!" said she, with some bitterness +of tone. "I had thought the story had another teaching—I +mean the story of him who fell among thieves and was +beaten and robbed and left for dead—and that we were to +give a helping hand to such, like the Samaritan. But +now I mind me 'twas the Priest that passed by on the +other side—yes, the Priest and the Levite—the godly ones +who would preserve a whole skin for themselves, and let +the other die of his wounds, for aught they cared! And +here is a young man in distress—alone and friendless—and +when he would have a few words of cheerfulness, or a +message, or a scrap of news as to what is going on in the +world—no, no, say the Priest and the Levite—go not near +him—because he is in misfortune he is dangerous—because +he is alone he is a thief and a murderer—perchance +a pirate, like Captain Ward and Dansekar, or even Catesby +himself come alive again. I say, God keep us all from +such Christian charity!"</p> + +<p>"You use me ill, Judith," said the other, and then was silent.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">80</a></span></p><p>They walked on through the meadows, and Judith was +watching the play of the boys. As she did so, a leather +ball, struck a surprising distance, came rolling almost to +her feet, and forthwith one of the lads came running after +it. She picked it up and threw it to him—threw it awkwardly +and clumsily, as a girl throws, but nevertheless she +saved him some distance and time, and she was rewarded +with many a loud "Thank you! thank you!" from the +side who were out. But when they got past the players +and their noise, Prudence could no longer keep silent; +she had a forgiving disposition, and nothing distressed +her so much as being on unfriendly terms with Judith.</p> + +<p>"You know I meant not that, dear Judith," said she. +"I only meant to shield you from harm."</p> + +<p>As for Judith, all such trivial and temporary clouds of +misunderstanding were instantly swallowed up in the warm +and radiant sunniness of her nature. She broke into a laugh.</p> + +<p>"And so you shall, dear mouse," said she, gayly; "you +shall shield me from the reproach of not having a common +and ordinary share of humanity; that shall you, dear Prue, +should the unfortunate young gentleman come into the +neighborhood again; for you will read to me the message +that he sends me, and together we will devise somewhat +on his behalf. No? Are you afraid to go forth and meet +the pirate Dansekar? Do you expect to find the ghost of +Gamaliel Ratsey walking on the Evesham road? Such +silly fears, dear Prue, do not become you: you are no +longer a child."</p> + +<p>"You are laying too heavy a burden on me, Judith," the +other said, rather sadly. "I know not what to do; and +you say I may not ask counsel of any one. And if I do +nothing, I am still taking a part."</p> + +<p>"What part, then, but to read a few words and hold +your peace?" said her companion, lightly. "What is that? +But I know you will not stay there, sweet mouse. No, +no; your heart is too tender. I know you would not willingly +do any one an injury, or harbor suspicion and +slander. You shall come and see the young gentleman, +good Prue, as I say; and then you will repent in sackcloth +and ashes for all that you have urged against him. And perchance +it may be in New Place that you shall see him——"</p> + +<p>"Ah, Judith, that were well!" exclaimed the other, +with a brighter light on her face.</p> + +<p>"What? Would you desire to see him, if he were to +pay us a visit?" Judith said, regarding her with a smile.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">81</a></span>"Surely, surely, after what you have told me: why not, +Judith?" was the placid answer.</p> + +<p>"There would be nothing ghostly about him then?"</p> + +<p>"There would be no secret, Judith," said Prudence, +gravely, "that you have to keep back from <span class="err" title="original: you">your</span> own people."</p> + +<p>"Well, well, we will see what the future holds for us," +said Judith, in the same careless fashion. "And if the +young gentleman come not back to Stratford, why, then, +good fortune attend him, wherever he may be! for one +that speaks so fair and is so modest sure deserves it. +And if he come not back, then shall your heart be all the +lighter, dear Prue; and as for mine, mine will not be +troubled—only, that I wish him well, as I say, and would +fain hear of his better estate. So all is so far happily +settled, sweet mouse; and you may go in to supper with +me with untroubled eyes and a free conscience: marry, +there is need for that, as I bethink me; for Master Parson +comes this evening, and you know you must have a pure +and joyful heart with you, good Prudence, when you enter +into the congregation of the saints."</p> + +<p>"Judith, for my sake!"</p> + +<p>"Nay, I meant not to offend, truly; it was my wicked, +idle tongue, that I must clap a bridle on now—for, +listen!——"</p> + +<p>They were come to New Place. There was singing +going forward within; and one or two of the casements +were open; but perhaps it was the glad and confident +nature of the psalm that led to the words being so clearly +heard without:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The man is blest that hath not bent<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wicked rede his ear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor led his life as sinners do,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor sat in scorner's chair.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in the law of God the Lord<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Doth set his whole delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in that law doth exercise<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Himself both day and night.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He shall be like the tree that groweth<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fast by the river's side;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which bringeth forth most pleasant fruit<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In her due time and tide;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose leaf shall never fade nor fall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But flourish still and stand:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Even so all things shall prosper well<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That this man takes in hand.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">82</a></span>And so, having waited until the singing ceased, they entered +into the house, and found two or three neighbors +assembled there, and Master Walter was just about to begin +his discourse on the godly life, and the substantial +comfort and sweet peace of mind pertaining thereto.</p> + +<hr class="l5" /> + +<p>Some few days after this, and toward the hour of noon, +the mail-bearer came riding post-haste into the town; and +in due course the contents of his saddle-bags were distributed +among the folk entitled to them. But before the +news-letters had been carefully spelled out to the end, a +strange rumor got abroad. The French king was slain, +and by the hand of an assassin. Some, as the tidings +passed quickly from mouth to mouth, said the murderer +was named Ravelok, others Havelok; but as to the main +fact of the fearful crime having been committed, there +was no manner of doubt. Naturally the bruit of this affair +presently reached Julius Shawe's house; and when the +timid Prudence heard of it—and when she thought of the +man who had been in hiding, and who had talked with +Judith, and had been so suddenly and secretly summoned +away—her face grew even paler than its wont, and there +was a sickly dread at her heart. She would go to see +Judith at once; and yet she scarcely dared to breathe even +to herself the terrible forebodings that were crowding in +on her mind.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER X.</h2> + +<h3>A PLAY-HOUSE.</h3> + +<p>But Judith laughed aside these foolish fears; as it happened, +far more important matters were just at this moment +occupying her mind.</p> + +<p>She was in the garden. She had brought out some +after-dinner fragments for the Don; and while the great +dun-colored beast devoured these, she had turned from +him to regard Matthew gardener; and there was a sullen +resentment on her face; for it seemed to her imagination +that he kept doggedly and persistently near the summer-house, +on which she had certain dark designs. However, +the instant she caught sight of Prudence, her eyes brightened +up; and, indeed, became full of an eager animation.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">83</a></span>"Hither, hither, good Prue!" she exclaimed, hurriedly. +"Quick! quick! I have news for you."</p> + +<p>"Yes, indeed, Judith," said the other; and at the same +moment Judith came to see there was something wrong—the +startled pale face and frightened eyes had a story to tell.</p> + +<p>"Why, what is to do?" said she.</p> + +<p>"Know you not, Judith? Have you not heard? The +French king is slain—murdered by an assassin!"</p> + +<p>To her astonishment the news seemed to produce no +effect whatever.</p> + +<p>"Well, I am sorry for the poor man," Judith said, with +perfect self-possession. "They that climb high must +sometimes have a sudden fall. But why should that +alarm you, good Prue? Or have you other news that +comes more nearly home?"</p> + +<p>And then, when Prudence almost breathlessly revealed +the apprehensions that had so suddenly filled her mind, +Judith would not even stay to discuss such a monstrous +possibility. She laughed it aside altogether. That the +courteous young gentleman who had come with a letter +from Ben Jonson should be concerned in the assassination +of the King of France was entirely absurd and out of the +question.</p> + +<p>"Nay, nay, good Prue," said she, lightly, "you shall +make him amends for these unjust suspicions; that you +shall, dear mouse, all in good time. But listen now: I +have weightier matters; I have eggs on the spit, beshrew +me else! Can you read me this riddle, sweet Prue? +Know you by these tokens what has happened? My father +comes in to dinner to-day in the gayest of humors; +there is no absent staring at the window, and forgetting +of all of us; it is all merriment this time; and he must +needs have Bess Hall to sit beside him; and he would +charge her with being a witch; and reproach her for our +simple meal, when that she might have given us a banquet +like that of a London Company, with French dishes and +silver flagons of Theologicum, and a memorial to tell each +of us what was coming. And then he would miscall your +brother—which you know, dear Prudence, he never would +do were he in earnest—and said he was chamberlain now, +and was conspiring to be made alderman, only that he +might sell building materials to the Corporation and so +make money out of his office. And I know not what else +of jests and laughing; but at length he sent to have the +Evesham roan saddled; and he said that when once he +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">84</a></span>had gone along to the sheep-wash to see that the hurdles +were rightly up for the shearing, he would give all the rest +of the day to idleness—to idleness wholly; and perchance +he might ride over to Broadway to see the shooting-match +going forward there. Now, you wise one, can you guess +what has happened? Know you what is in store for us? +Can you read me the riddle?"</p> + +<p>"I see no riddle, Judith," said the other, with puzzled +eyes. "I met your father as I came through the house; and +he asked if Julius were at home: doubtless he would have +him ride to Broadway with him."</p> + +<p>"Dear mouse, is that your skill at guessing? But listen +now"—and here she dropped her voice as she regarded +goodman Matthew, though that personage seemed busily +enough occupied with his watering-can. "This is what +has happened: I know the signs of the weather. Be sure +he has finished the play—the play that the young prince +Mamillius was in: you remember, good Prue?—and the +large fair copy is made out and locked away in the little +cupboard, against my father's next going to London; and +the loose sheets are thrown into the oak chest, along with +the others. And now, good Prue, sweet Prue, do you know +what you must manage? Indeed, I dare not go near the +summer-house while that ancient wiseman is loitering +about; and you must coax him, Prue; you must get him +away; sometimes I see his villain eyes watching me, as if +he had suspicion in his mind——"</p> + +<p>"'Tis your own guilty conscience, Judith," said Prudence, +but with a smile; for she had herself connived at +this offence ere now.</p> + +<p>"By fair means or foul, sweet mouse, you must get him +away to the other end of the garden," said she, eagerly; +"for now the Don has nearly finished his dinner, and +goodman-wiseman-fool will wonder if we stay longer here. +Nay, I have it, sweet Prue: you must get him along to the +corner where my mother grows her simples; and you +must keep him there for a space, that I may get out the +right papers; and this is what you must do: you will ask +him for something that sounds like Latin—no matter what +nonsense it may be; and he will answer you that he +knows it right well, but has none of it at the present time; +and you will say that you have surely seen it among my +mother's simples, and thus you will lead him away to find it +and the longer you seek the better. Do you understand, +good Prue?—and quick! quick!"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">85</a></span></p><p>Prudence's pale face flushed.</p> + +<p>"You ask too much, Judith. I cannot deceive the poor +man so."</p> + +<p>"Nay, nay, you are too scrupulous, dear mouse. A +trifle—a mere trifle."</p> + +<p>And then Prudence happened to look up, and she met +Judith's eyes; and there was such frank self-confidence +and audacity in them, and also such a singular and clear-shining +beauty, that the simple Puritan was in a manner +bedazzled. She said, with a quiet smile, as she turned +away her head again:</p> + +<p>"Well, I marvel not, Judith, that you can bewitch the +young men, and bewilder their understanding. 'Tis easy +to see—if they have eyes and regard you, they are lost; +but how you have your own way with all of us, and how +you override our judgment, and do with us what you +please, that passes me. Even Dr. Hall: for whom else +would he have brought from Coventry the green silk +stockings and green velvet shoes?—you know such vanities +find little favor in his own home——"</p> + +<p>"Quick, quick, sweetheart, muzzle me that gaping ancient!" +said Judith, interrupting her. "The Don has +finished; and I will dart into the summer-house as I carry +back the dish. Detain him, sweet Prue; speak a word or +two of Latin to him; he will swear he understands you +right well, though you yourself understand not a word of +it——"</p> + +<p>"I may not do all you ask, Judith," said the other, after +a moment's reflection (and still with an uneasy feeling +that she was yielding to the wiles of a temptress), "but I +will ask the goodman to show me your mother's simples, +and how they thrive."</p> + +<p>A minute or two thereafter Judith had swiftly stolen +into the summer-house—which was spacious and substantial +of its kind, and contained a small black cupboard +fixed up in a corner of the walls, a table and chair, +and a long oak chest on the floor. It was this last that +held the treasure she was in search of; and now, the lid +having been raised, she was down on one knee, carefully +selecting from a mass of strewn papers (indeed, there were +a riding-whip, a sword and sword-belt, and several other +articles mixed up in this common receptacle) such sheets +as were without a minute mark which she had invented +for her own private purposes. These secured and hastily +hidden in her sleeve, she closed the lid, and went out into +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">86</a></span>the open again, calling upon Prudence to come to her, for +that she was going into the house.</p> + +<p>They did not, however, remain within-doors at New +Place, for that might have been dangerous; they knew of +a far safer resort. Just behind Julius Shawe's house, and +between that and the garden, there was a recess formed +by the gable of a large barn not quite reaching the adjacent +wall. It was a three-sided retreat; overlooked by no +window whatsoever; there was a frail wooden bench on +two sides of it, and the entrance to it was partly blocked +up by an empty cask that had been put there to be out of +the way. For outlook there was nothing but a glimpse of +the path going into the garden, a bit of greensward, and +two apple-trees between them and the sky. It was not a +noble theatre, this little den behind the barn; but it had +produced for these two many a wonderful pageant; for +the empty barrel and the bare barn wall and the two trees +would at one time be transformed into the forest of Arden, +and Rosalind would be walking there in her pretty +page costume, and laughing at the love-sick Orlando; +and again they would form the secret haunts of Queen +Titania and her court, with the jealous Oberon chiding +her for her refusal; and again they would become the +hall of a great northern castle, with trumpets and cannon +sounding without as the King drank to Hamlet. Indeed, +the elder of these two young women had an extraordinarily +vivid imagination; she saw the things and people as if +they were actually there before her; she realized their existence +so intensely that even Prudence was brought to +sympathize with them, and to follow their actions now +with hot indignation, and now with triumphant delight +over good fortune come at last. There was no stage-carpenter +there to distract them with his dismal expedients; no +actor to thrust his physical peculiarities between them and +the poet's ethereal visions; the dream-world was before +them, clear and filled with light; and Prudence's voice +was gentle and of a musical kind. Nay, sometimes Judith +would leap to her feet. "You shall not!—you shall not!" +she would exclaim, as if addressing some strange visitant +that was showing the villainy of his mind; and tears came +quickly to her eyes if there was a tale of pity; and the +joy and laughter over lovers reconciled brought warm +color to her face. They forgot that these walls that enclosed +them were of gray mud; they forgot that the prevailing +odor in the air was that of the malt in the barn +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">87</a></span>for now they were regarding Romeo in the moonlight, +with the dusk of the garden around, and Juliet uttering +her secrets to the honeyed night; and again they were listening +to the awful voices of the witches on the heath, and +guessing at the sombre thoughts passing through the +mind of Macbeth; and then again they were crying bitterly +when they saw before them an old man, gray-haired, +discrowned, and witless, that looked from one to the other +of those standing by, and would ask who the sweet lady +was that sought with tears for his benediction. They +could hear the frail and shaken voice:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Methinks I should know you, and know this man;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What place this is: and all the skill I have<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Remembers not these garments; nor I know not<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For, as I am a man, I think this lady<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be my child Cordelia."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And now, as they had retired into this sheltered nook, +and Prudence was carefully placing in order the scattered +sheets that had been given her, Judith was looking on with +some compunction.</p> + +<p>"Indeed I grieve to give you so much trouble, sweetheart," +said she. "I would I could get at the copy that +my father has locked away——"</p> + +<p>"Judith!" her friend said, reproachfully. "You would +not take that? Why, your father will scarce show it even +to Julius, and sure I am that none in the house would put +a hand upon it——"</p> + +<p>"If it were a book of psalms and paraphrases, they +might be of another mind," Judith said; but Prudence +would not hear.</p> + +<p>"Nay," said she, as she continued to search for the connecting +pages. "I have heard your father say to Julius +that there is but little difference; and that 'tis only when +he has leisure here in Stratford that he makes this copy +writ out fair and large; in London he takes no such pains. +Truly I would not that either Julius or any of his acquaintance +knew of my fingering in such a matter: what would +they say, Judith? And sometimes, indeed, my mind is ill +at ease with regard to it—that I should be reading to you +things that so many godly people denounce as wicked and +dangerous——"</p> + +<p>"You are too full of fears, good mouse," said Judith, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">88</a></span>coolly, "and too apt to take the good people at their word. +Nay, I have heard; they will make you out everything to +be wicked and sinful that is not to their own minds; and +they are zealous among the saints; but I have heard, I +have heard."</p> + +<p>"What, then?" said the other, with some faint color in +her face.</p> + +<p>"No matter," said Judith, carelessly. "Well, I have +heard that when they make a journey to London they are +as fond of claret wine and oysters as any; but no matter: +in truth the winds carry many a thing not worth the listening +to. But as regards this special wickedness, sweet +mouse, indeed you are innocent of it; 'tis all laid to my +charge; I am the sinner and temptress; be sure you shall +not suffer one jot through my iniquity. And now have +you got them all together? Are you ready to begin?"</p> + +<p>"But you must tell me where the story ceased, dear +Judith, when last we had it; for indeed you have a marvellous +memory, even to the word and the letter. The +poor babe that was abandoned on the sea-shore had just +been found by the old shepherd—went it not so?—and he +was wondering at the rich bearing-cloth it was wrapped +in. Why, here is the name—Perdita," she continued, as +she rapidly scanned one or two of the papers—"who is now +grown up, it appears, and in much grace; and this is a kind +of introduction, I take it, to tell you all that has happened +since your father last went to London—I mean since the +story was broken off. And Florizel—I remember not the +name—but here he is so named as the son of the King of +Bohemia——"</p> + +<p>A quick laugh of intelligence rose to Judith's eyes; she +had an alert brain.</p> + +<p>"Prince Florizel?" she exclaimed. "And Princess +Perdita! That were a fair match, in good sooth, and a +way to heal old differences. But to the beginning, sweetheart, +I beseech you; let us hear how the story is to be; +and pray Heaven he gives me back my little Mamillius, +that was so petted and teased by the court ladies."</p> + +<p>However, as speedily appeared, she had anticipated too +easy a continuation and conclusion. The young Prince +Florizel proved to be enamored, not of one of his own station, +but of a simple shepherdess; and although she instantly +guessed that this shepherdess might turn out to be +the forsaken Perdita, the conversation between King Polixenes +and the good Camillo still left her in doubt. As +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">89</a></span>for the next scene—the encounter between Autolycus and +the country clown—Judith wholly and somewhat sulkily +disapproved of that. She laughed, it is true; but it was +sorely against her will. For she suspected that goodman +Matthew's influence was too apparent here; and that, +were he ever to hear of the story, he would in his vanity +claim this part as his own; moreover, there was a kind of +familiarity and every-day feeling in the atmosphere—why, +she herself had been rapidly questioned by her father +about the necessary purchases for a sheep-shearing feast, +and Susan, laughing, had struck in with the information +as to the saffron for coloring the warden-pies. But when +the sweet-voiced Prudence came to the scene between +Prince Florizel and the pretty shepherdess, then Judith +was right well content.</p> + +<p>"Oh, do you see, now, how her gentle birth shines +through her lowly condition!" she said, quickly. "And +when the old shepherd finds that he has been ordering a +king's daughter to be the mistress of the feast—ay, and +soundly rating her, too, for her bashful ways—what a +fright will seize the good old man! And what says she in +answer?—again, good Prue—let me hear it again—marry, +now, I'll be sworn she had just such another voice as +yours!"</p> + +<p>"To the King Polixenes," Prudence continued, regarding +the manuscript, "who is in disguise, you know, Judith, +she says:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">'Welcome, sir!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is my father's will I should take on me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The hostess-ship o' the day:—you're welcome, sir.'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">And then to both the gentlemen:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Give me those flowers there, Dorcas.—Reverend sirs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeming and savor all the winter long:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grace and remembrance be to you both,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And welcome to our shearing!'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Ah, there, now, will they not be won by her gentleness?" +she cried, eagerly. "Will they not suspect and +discover the truth? It were a new thing for a prince to +wed a shepherdess, but this is no shepherdess, as an owl +might see! What say they then, Prue? Have they no +suspicion?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">90</a></span>So Prudence continued her patient reading—in the intense +silence that was broken only by the twittering of the +birds in the orchard, or the crowing of a cock in some +neighboring yard; and Judith listened keenly, drinking +in every varying phrase. But when Florizel had addressed +his speech to the pretty hostess of the day, Judith could +no longer forbear: she clapped her hands in delight.</p> + +<p>"There, now, that is a true lover; that is spoken like a +true lover," she cried, with her face radiant and proud. +"Again, good Prue—let us hear what he says—ay, and before +them all, too, I warrant me he is not ashamed of +her."</p> + +<p>So Prudence had to read once more Florizel's praise of +his gentle mistress:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">"'What you do<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd have you do it ever: when you sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing but that; move still, still so, and own<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No other function. Each your doing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So singular in each particular,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That all your acts are queens!'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"In good sooth, it is spoken like a true lover," Judith +said, with a light on her face as if the speech had been addressed +to herself. "Like one that is well content with +his sweetheart, and is proud of her, and approves! Marry, +there be few of such in these days; for this one is jealous +and unreasonable, and would have the mastery too soon; +and that one would frighten you to his will by declaring +you are on the highway to perdition; and another would +have you more civil to his tribe of kinsfolk. But there is +a true lover, now; there is one that is courteous and gentle; +one that is not afraid to approve: there may be such in +Stratford, but God wot, they would seem to be a scarce +commodity! Nay, I pray your pardon, good Prue: to the +story, if it please you—and is there aught of the little +Mamillius forthcoming?"</p> + +<p>And so the reading proceeded; and Judith was in much +delight that the old King seemed to perceive something unusual +in the grace and carriage of the pretty Perdita.</p> + +<p>"What is't he says? What are the very words?"</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">91</a></span> +<span class="i0">"'This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ran on the greensward: nothing she does or seems<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But smacks of something greater than herself;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Too noble for this place.'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Yes! yes! yes!" she exclaimed, quickly. "And sees +he not some likeness to the Queen Hermione? Surely he +must remember the poor injured Queen, and see that this +is her daughter? Happy daughter, that has a lover that +thinks so well of her! And now, Prue?"</p> + +<p>But when in the course of the hushed reading all these +fair hopes came to be cruelly shattered; when the pastoral +romance was brought to a sudden end; when the +King, disclosing himself, declared a divorce between the +unhappy lovers, and was for hanging the ancient shepherd, +and would have Perdita's beauty scratched with briers; +and when Prudence had to repeat the farewell words addressed +to the prince by his hapless sweetheart—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">"'Wilt please you, sir, be gone?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I told you what would come of this. Beseech you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of your own state take care: this dream of mine—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch further,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But milk my ewes, and weep—'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">there was something very like tears in the gentle reader's +eyes; but that was not Judith's mood; she was in a +tempest of indignation.</p> + +<p>"God's my life!" she cried, "was there ever such a +fool as this old King? He a king! He to sit on a throne! +Better if he sate in a barn and helped madge-howlet to +catch mice! And what says the prince? Nay, I'll be +sworn he proves himself a true man, and no summer playfellow; +he will stand by her; he will hold to her, let the +ancient dotard wag his beard as he please!"</p> + +<p>And so, in the end, the story was told, and all happily +settled; and Prudence rose from the rude wooden bench +with a kind of wistful look on her face, as if she had been +far away, and seen strange things. Then Judith—pausing +for a minute or so as if she would fix the whole thing in +her memory, to be thought over afterward—proceeded to +tie the pages together for the better concealment of them +on her way home.</p> + +<p>"And the wickedness of it?" said she, lightly. "Wherein +lies the wickedness of such a reading, sweet mouse?"</p> + +<p>Prudence was somewhat shamefaced on such occasions; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">92</a></span>she could not honestly say that she regretted as she ought +to have done, giving way to Judith's importunities.</p> + +<p>"Some would answer you, Judith," she said, "that we +had but ill used time that was given us for more serious +purposes."</p> + +<p>"And for what more serious purposes, good gossip? +For the repeating of idle tales about our neighbors? Or +the spending of the afternoon in sleep, as is the custom +with many? Are we all so busy, then, that we may not +pass a few minutes in amusement? But, indeed, sweet +Prue," said she, as she gave a little touch to her pretty +cap and snow-white ruff, to put them right before she +went out into the street, "I mean to make amends this afternoon. +I shall be busy enough to make up for whatever +loss of time there has been over this dangerous and godless +idleness. For, do you know, I have everything ready +now for the new Portugal receipts that you read to me; +and two of them I am to try as soon as I get home; and +my father is to know nothing of the matter—till the dishes +be on the table. So fare you well, sweet mouse; and give +ye good thanks, too: this has been but an evil preparation +for the church-going of the morrow, but remember, the +sin was mine—you are quit of that."</p> + +<p>And then her glance fell on the roll of papers that she +held in her hand.</p> + +<p>"The pretty Perdita!" said she. "Her beauty was not +scratched with briers, after all. And I doubt not she was +in brave attire at the court; though methinks I better like +to remember her as the mistress of the feast, giving the +flowers to this one and that. And happy Perdita, also, to +have the young prince come to the sheep-shearing, and +say so many sweet things to her! Is't possible, think you, +Prue, there might come such another handsome stranger +to our sheep-shearing that is now at hand?"</p> + +<p>"I know not what you mean, Judith."</p> + +<p>"Why, now, should such things happen only in Bohemia?" +she said, gayly, to the gentle and puzzled Prudence, +"Soon our shearing will begin, for the weather has been +warm, and I hear the hurdles are already fixed. And +there will be somewhat of a merry-making, no doubt; and—and +the road from Evesham hither is a fair and goodly +road, that a handsome young stranger might well come +riding along. What then, good mouse? If one were to +meet him in the lane that crosses to Shottery—and to bid +him to the feast—what then?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">93</a></span>"Oh, Judith, surely you are not still thinking of that +dangerous man!" the other exclaimed.</p> + +<p>But Judith merely regarded her for a second, with the +clear-shining eyes now become quite demure and inscrutable.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XI.</h2> + +<h3>A REMONSTRANCE.</h3> + +<p>Next morning was Sunday; and Judith, having got +through her few domestic duties at an early hour, and being +dressed in an especially pretty costume in honor of +the holy day, thought she need no longer remain within-doors, +but would walk along to the church-yard, where +she expected to find Prudence. The latter very often +went thither on a Sunday morning, partly for quiet reverie +and recalling of this one and the other of her departed +but not forgotten friends whose names were carven on the +tombstones, and partly—if this may be forgiven her—to +see how the generous mother earth had responded to her +week-day labors in the planting and tending of the graves. +But when Judith, idly and carelessly as was her wont, +reached the church-yard, she found the wide, silent space +quite empty; so she concluded that Prudence had probably +been detained by a visit to some one fallen sick; and +she thought she might as well wait for her; and with that +view—or perhaps out of mere thoughtlessness—she went +along to the river-side, and sat down on the low wall there, +having before her the slowly moving yellow stream and +the fair, far-stretching landscape beyond.</p> + +<p>There had been some rain during the night; the roads +she had come along were miry; and here the grass in the +church-yard was dripping with the wet; but there was a +kind of suffused rich light abroad that bespoke the gradual +breaking through of the sun; and there was a warmth +in the moist atmosphere that seemed to call forth all kinds +of sweet odors from the surrounding plants and flowers. +Not that she needed these, for she had fixed in her bosom +a little nosegay of yellow-leaved mint, that was quite sufficient +to sweeten the scarcely moving air. And as she +sat there in the silence it seemed to her as if all the world +were awake—and had been awake for hours—but that all +the human beings were gone out of it. The rooks were +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">94</a></span>cawing in the elms above her; the bees hummed as they +flew by into the open light over the stream; and far away +she could hear the lowing of the cattle on the farms; but +there was no sound of any human voice, nor any glimpse +of any human creature in the wide landscape. And she +grew to wonder what it would be like if she were left alone +in the world, all the people gone from it, her own relatives +and friends no longer here and around her, but away +in the strange region where Hamnet was, and perhaps, on +such a morning as this, regarding her not without pity, and +even, it might be, with some touch of half-recalled affection. +Which of them all should she regret the most? +Which of them all would this solitary creature—left alone +in Stratford, in an empty town—most crave for, and feel +the want of? Well, she went over these friends and neighbors +and companions and would-be lovers; and she tried +to imagine what, in such circumstances, she might think +of this one and that; and which of them she would most +desire to have back on the earth and living with her. But +right well she knew in her heart that all this balancing and +choosing was but a pretence. There was but the one; +the one whose briefest approval was a kind of heaven to +her, and the object of her secret and constant desire; the +one who turned aside her affection with a jest; who +brought her silks and scents from London as if her mind +were set on no other things than these. And she was beginning +to wonder whether, in those imagined circumstances, +he might come to think differently of her and to +understand her somewhat; and indeed she was already +picturing to herself the life they might lead—these two, +father and daughter, together in the empty and silent but +sun-lit and sufficiently cheerful town—when her idle reverie +was interrupted. There was a sound of talking behind +her; doubtless the first of the people were now coming +to church; for the doors were already open.</p> + +<p>She looked round, and saw that this was Master Walter +Blaise who had just come through the little swinging gate, +and that he was accompanied by two little girls, one at +each side of him, and holding his hand. Instantly she +turned her head away, pretending not to have seen him.</p> + +<p>"Bless the man!" she said to herself, "what does he +here of a Sunday morning? Why is so diligent a pastor +not in charge of his own flock?"</p> + +<p>But she felt secure enough. Not only was he accompanied +by the two children, but there was this other safeguard +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">95</a></span>that he would not dare to profane the holy day by +attempting anything in the way of wooing. And it must +be said that the young parson had had but few opportunities +for that, the other members of the household eagerly +seeking his society when he came to New Place, and Judith +sharp to watch her chances of escape.</p> + +<p>The next moment she was startled by hearing a quick +footstep behind her. She did not move.</p> + +<p>"Give you good-morrow, Judith," said he, presenting +himself, and regarding her with his keen and confident +gray eyes. "I would crave a word with you; and I trust +it may be a word in season, and acceptable to you."</p> + +<p>He spoke with an air of cool authority, which she resented. +There was nothing of the clownish bashfulness +of young Jelleyman about him; nor yet of the half-timid, +half-sulky jealousy of Tom Quiney; but a kind of mastery, +as if his office gave him the right to speak, and commanded +that she should hear. And she did not think this fair, +and she distinctly wished to be alone; so that her face had +but little welcome in it, and none of the shining radiance +of kindness that Willy Hart so worshipped.</p> + +<p>"I know you like not hearing of serious things, Judith," +said he (while she wondered whither he had sent the two +little girls: perhaps into the church?), "but I were no +true friend to you, as I desire to be, if I feared to displease +you when there is need."</p> + +<p>"What have I done, then? In what have I offended? +I know we are all miserable sinners, if that be what you +mean," said she, coldly.</p> + +<p>"I would not have you take it that way, Judith," said +he; and there really was much friendliness in his voice. +"I meant to speak kindly to you. Nay, I have tried to +understand you; and perchance I do in a measure. You +are in the enjoyment of such health and spirits as fall to +the lot of few; you are well content with your life and the +passing moment; you do not like to be disturbed, or to +think of the future. But the future will come, nevertheless, +and it may be with altered circumstances; your light-heartedness +may cease, sorrow and sickness may fall upon +you, and then you may wish you had learned earlier to seek +for help and consolation where these alone are to be found. +It were well that you should think of such things now, +surely; you cannot live always as you live now—I had +almost said a godless life, but I do not wish to offend; in +truth, I would rather lead you in all kindliness to what I +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">96</a></span>know is the true pathway to the happiness and peace of +the soul. I would speak to you, Judith, if in no other way, +as a brother in Christ; I were no true friend to you else; +nay, I have the command of the Master whom I serve to +speak and fear not."</p> + +<p>She did not answer, but she was better content now. +So long as he only preached at her, he was within his +province, and within his right.</p> + +<p>"And bethink you, Judith," said he, with a touch of reproach +in his voice, "how and why it is you enjoy such +health and cheerfulness of spirits; surely through the +Lord in His loving-kindness answering the prayers of your +pious mother. Your life, one might say, was vouchsafed +in answer to her supplications; and do you owe nothing +of duty and gratitude to God, and to God's Church, and +to God's people? Why should you hold aloof from them? +Why should you favor worldly things, and walk apart from +the congregation, and live as if to-morrow were always to +be as to-day, and as if there were to be no end to life, no +calling to account as to how we have spent our time here +upon earth? Dear Judith, I speak not unkindly; I wish +not to offend; but often my heart is grieved for you; and +I would have you think how trifling our present life is in +view of the great eternity whither we are all journeying; +and I would ask you, for your soul's sake, and for your +peace of mind here and hereafter, to join with us, and +come closer with us, and partake of our exercises. Indeed +you will find a truer happiness. Do you not owe it to us? +Have you no gratitude for the answering of your mother's +prayers?"</p> + +<p>"Doubtless, doubtless," said she (though she would +rather have been listening in silence to the singing of the +birds, that were all rejoicing now, for the sun had at length +cleared away the morning vapors, and the woods and the +meadows and the far uplands were all shining in the brilliant +new light). "I go to church as the others do, and +there we give thanks for all the mercies that have been +granted."</p> + +<p>"And is it enough, think you?" said he—and as he +stood, while she sat, she did not care to meet those clear, +keen, authoritative eyes that were bent on her. "Does +your conscience tell you that you give sufficient thanks for +what God in His great mercy has vouchsafed to you? +Lip-service every seventh day!—a form of words gone +through before you take your afternoon walk! Why, if a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">97</a></span>neighbor were kind to you, you would show him as much +gratitude as that; and this is all you offer to the Lord of +heaven and earth for having in His compassion listened +to your mother's prayers, and bestowed on you life and +health and a cheerful mind?"</p> + +<p>"What would you have me do? I cannot profess to be +a saint while at heart I am none," said she, somewhat +sullenly.</p> + +<p>It was an unlucky question. Moreover, at this moment +the bells in the tower sent forth their first throbbing peals +into the startled air; and these doubtless recalled him to +the passing of time, and the fact that presently the people +would be coming into the church-yard.</p> + +<p>"I will speak plainly to you, Judith; I take no shame +to mention such a matter on the Lord's day; perchance the +very holiness of the hour and of the spot where I have +chanced to meet you will the better incline your heart. +You know what I have wished; what your family wish; +and indeed you cannot be so blind as not to have seen. +It is true, I am but a humble laborer in the Lord's vineyard; +but I magnify my office; it is an honorable work; +the saving of souls, the calling to repentance, the carrying +of the Gospel to the poor and stricken ones of the earth—I +say that is an honorable calling, and one that blesses +them that partake in it, and gives a peace of mind far +beyond what the worldlings dream of. And if I have +wished that you might be able and willing—through God's +merciful inclining of your heart—to aid me in this work, +to become my helpmeet, was it only of my own domestic +state I was thinking? Surely not. I have seen you from +day to day—careless and content with the trifles and idle +things of this vain and profitless world; but I have looked +forward to what might befall in the future, and I have desired +with all my heart—yea, and with prayers to God for +the same—that you should be taught to seek the true +haven in time of need. Do you understand me, Judith?"</p> + +<p>He spoke with little tenderness, and certainly with no +show of lover-like anxiety; but he was in earnest; and +she had a terrible conviction pressing upon her that her +wit might not be able to save her. The others she could +easily elude when she was in the mind; this one spoke +close and clear; she was afraid to look up and face his +keen, acquisitive eyes.</p> + +<p>"And if I do understand you, good Master Blaise," said +she desperately; "if I do understand you—as I confess I +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">98</a></span>have gathered something of this before—but—but surely—one +such as I—such as you say I am—might she not become +pious—and seek to have her soul saved—without +also having to marry a parson?—if such be your meaning, +good Master Blaise."</p> + +<p>It was she who was in distress and in embarrassment; +not he.</p> + +<p>"You are not situated as many others are," said he. +"You owe your life, as one may say, to the prayers of +God's people; I but put before you one way in which you +could repay the debt—by laboring in the Lord's vineyard, +and giving the health and cheerfulness that have been bestowed +on you to the comfort of those less fortunate——"</p> + +<p>"I? Such a one as I? Nay, nay, you have shown me +how all unfit I were for that," she exclaimed, glad of this +one loophole.</p> + +<p>"I will not commend you, Judith, to your face," said he, +calmly, "nor praise such worldly gifts as others, it may be, +overvalue; but in truth I may say you have a way of winning +people toward you; your presence is welcome to the +sick; your cheerfulness gladdens the troubled in heart; +and you have youth and strength and an intelligence beyond +that of many. Are all these to be thrown away?—to +wither and perish as the years go by? Nay, I seek not to +urge my suit to you by idle words of wooing, as they call +it, or by allurements of flattery; these are the foolish devices +of the ballad-mongers and the players, and are well +fitted, I doubt not, for the purposes of the master of these, +the father of lies himself; rather would I speak to you +words of sober truth and reason; I would show you how +you can make yourself useful in the garden of the Lord, +and so offer some thanksgiving for the bounties bestowed +on you. Pray consider it, Judith; I ask not for yea or +nay at this moment; I would have your heart meditate +over it in your own privacy, when you can bethink you of +what has happened to you and what may happen to you +in the future. Life has been glad for you so far; but +trouble might come; your relatives are older than you; +you might be left so that you would be thankful to have +one beside you whose arm you could lean on in time of +distress. Think over it, Judith, and may God incline your +heart to what is right and best for you."</p> + +<p>But at this moment the first of the early comers began +to make their appearance—strolling along toward the +church-yard, and chatting to each other as they came—and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">99</a></span>all at once it occurred to her that if he and she separated +thus, he might consider that she had given some +silent acquiescence to his reasons and arguments; and +this possibility alarmed her.</p> + +<p>"Good Master Blaise," said she, hurriedly, "pray mistake +me not. Surely, if you are choosing a helpmeet for +such high and holy reasons, it were well that you looked further +afield. I am all unworthy for such a place—indeed I +know it; there is not a maid in Stratford that would not better +become it; nay, for my own part, I know several that I +could point out to you, though your own judgment were +best in such a matter. I pray you think no more of me in +regard to such a position; God help me, I should make a +parson's wife such as all the neighbors would stare at; indeed +I know there be many you could choose from—if +their heart were set in that direction—that are far better +than I."</p> + +<p>And with this protest she would fain have got away; and +she was all anxiety to catch a glimpse of Prudence, whose +appearance would afford her a fair excuse. How delightful +would be the silence of the great building and the security +of the oaken pew! with what a peace of mind would +she regard the soft-colored beams of light streaming into +the chancel, and listen to the solemn organ music, and +wait for the silver-clear tones of Susan's voice! But good +Master Walter would have another word with her ere allowing +her to depart.</p> + +<p>"In truth you misjudge yourself, Judith," said he, with +a firm assurance, as if he could read her heart far better +than she herself. "I know more of the duties pertaining +to such a station than you; I can foresee that you would +fulfil them worthily, and in a manner pleasing to the Lord. +Your parents, too: will you not consider their wishes before +saying a final nay?"</p> + +<p>"My parents?" she said, and she looked up with a +quick surprise. "My mother, it may be——"</p> + +<p>"And if your father were to approve also?"</p> + +<p>For an instant her heart felt like lead; but before this +sudden fright had had time to tell its tale in her eyes she +had reassured herself. This was not possible.</p> + +<p>"Has my father expressed any such wish?" said she; +but well she knew what the reply would be.</p> + +<p>"No, he has not, Judith," he said, distinctly; "for I +have not spoken to him. But if I were to obtain his approval, +would that influence you?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">100</a></span></p><p>She did not answer.</p> + +<p>"I should not despair of gaining that," said he, with a +calm confidence that caused her to lift her eyes and regard +him for a second, with a kind of wonder, as it were, for +she knew not what this assurance meant. "Your father," +he continued, "must naturally desire to see your future +made secure, Judith. Think what would happen to you +all if an accident befell him on his journeyings to London. +There would be no man to protect you and your mother. +Dr. Hall has his own household and its charges, and two +women left by themselves would surely feel the want of +guidance and help. If I put these worldly considerations +before you, it is with no wish that you should forget the +higher duty you owe to God and his Church, and the +care you should have of your own soul. Do I speak for +myself alone? I think not. I trust it is not merely selfish +hopes that have bidden me appeal to you. And you +will reflect, Judith; you will commune with yourself before +saying the final yea or nay; and if your father should approve——"</p> + +<p>"Good Master Blaise," said she, interrupting him—and +she rose and glanced toward the straggling groups now approaching +the church—"I cannot forbid you to speak to +my father, if it is your wish to do that; but I would have +him understand that it is through no desire of mine; and—and, +in truth, he must know that I am all unfit to take +the charge you would put upon me. I pray you hold it +in kindness that I say so:—and there, now," she quickly +added, "is little Willie Hart, that I have a message for, +lest he escape me when we come out again."</p> + +<p>He could not further detain her; but he accompanied +her as she walked along the path toward the little swinging +gate, for she could see that her small cousin, though he +had caught sight of her, was shyly uncertain as to whether +he should come to her, and she wished to have his hand +as far as the church door. And then—alas! that such +things should befall—at the very same moment a number +of the young men and maidens also entered the church-yard; +and foremost among them was Tom Quiney. One +rapid glance that he directed toward her and the parson +was all that passed; but instantly in her heart of hearts +she knew the suspicion that he had formed. An assignation?—and +on a Sunday morning, too! Nay, her guess +was quickly confirmed. He did not stay to pay her even +the ordinary courtesy of a greeting. He went on with the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">101</a></span>others; he was walking with two of the girls; his laughter +and talk were louder than any. Indeed, this unseemly +mirth was continued to within a yard or two of the church +door—perhaps it was meant for her to hear?</p> + +<p>Little Willie Hart, as he and his cousin Judith went +hand in hand through the porch, happened to look up at +her.</p> + +<p>"Judith," said he, "why are you crying?"</p> + +<p>"I am not!" she said, angrily. And with her hand she +dashed aside those quick tears of vexation.</p> + +<p>The boy did not pay close heed to what now went on +within the hushed building. He was wondering over +what had occurred—for these mysteries were beyond his +years. But at least he knew that his cousin Judith was +no longer angry with him; for she had taken him into the +pew with her, and her arm, that was interlinked with his, +was soft and warm and gentle to the touch; and once or +twice, when the service bade them to stand up, she had +put her hand kindly on his hair. And not only that, but +she had at the outset taken from her bosom the little nosegay +of mint and given it to him; and the perfume of it +(for it was Judith's gift, and she had worn it near her heart, +and she had given it him with a velvet touch of her fingers) +seemed to him a strange and sweet and mystical +thing—something almost as strange and sweet and inexplicable +as the beauty and shining tenderness of her eyes.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XII.</h2> + +<h3>DIVIDED WAYS.</h3> + +<p>Some few weeks passed quite uneventfully, bringing +them to the end of June; and then it was that Mistress +Hathaway chanced to send a message into the town that +she would have her granddaughter Judith come over to +see her roses, of which there was a great show in the garden. +Judith was nothing loath; she felt she had somewhat +neglected the old dame of late; and so, one morning—or +rather one midday it was, for the family had but finished +dinner—found her in her own room, before her mirror, +busy with an out-of-door toilet, with Prudence sitting patiently +by. Judith seemed well content with herself and +with affairs in general on this warm summer day; now she +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">102</a></span>spoke to Prudence, again she idly sang a scrap of some +familiar song, while the work of adornment went on apace.</p> + +<p>"But why such bravery, Judith?" her friend said, with +a quiet smile. "Why should you take such heed about a +walk through the fields to Shottery?"</p> + +<p>"Truly I know not," said Judith, carelessly; "but well +I wot my grandmother will grumble. If I am soberly +dressed, she says I am a sloven, and will never win me a +husband; and if I am pranked out, she says I am vain, and +will frighten away the young men with my pride. In +Heaven's name, let them go, say I; I can do excellent +well without them. What think you of the cap, good +Prue? 'Twas but last night I finished it, and the beads I +had from Warwick."</p> + +<p>She took it up and regarded it, humming the while:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O say, my Joan, say, my Joan, will not that do?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I cannot come every day to woo.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Is't not a pretty cap, good gossip?"</p> + +<p>Prudence knew that she ought to despise such frivolities, +which truly were a snare to her, for she liked to look at +Judith when she was dressed as she was now, and she forgot +to condemn these pretty colors. On this occasion +Judith was clad in a gown of light gray, or rather buff, +with a petticoat of pale blue taffeta, elaborately quilted +with her own handiwork; the small ruff she wore, which +was open in front, and partly showed her neck, was snow-white +and stiffly starched; and she was now engaged in +putting on her soft brown hair this cap of gray velvet, +adorned with two rows of brass beads, and with a bit of +curling feather at the side of it. Prudence's eyes were +pleased, if her conscience bade her disapprove; nay, sometimes +she had to confess that at heart she was proud to see +her dear gossip wear such pretty things, for that she became +them so well.</p> + +<p>"Judith," said she, "shall I tell you what I heard your +father say of you last night? He was talking to Julius, and +they were speaking of this one and that, and how they did; +and when you were mentioned, 'Oh yes,' says your father, +'the wench looks bravely well; 'tis a pity she cannot sell +the painting of her cheeks: there may be many a dame at +the court would buy it of her for a goodly sum.'"</p> + +<p>Judith gave a quick, short laugh: this was music in her +ears—coming from whence it did.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">103</a></span>"But, Judith," said her friend, with a grave inquiry in +her face, "what is't that you have done to Tom Quiney +that he comes no longer near the house?—nay, he will +avoid you when he happens to see you abroad, for that I +have observed myself, and more than once. What is the +matter? How have you offended him?"</p> + +<p>"What have I done?" she said; and there was a swift +and angry color in her face. "Let him ask what his own +evil imaginings have done. Not that I care, in good +sooth!"</p> + +<p>"But what is it, Judith? There must be a reason."</p> + +<p>"Why," said Judith, turning indignantly to her, "you +remember, sweetheart, the Sunday morning that Mrs. +Pike's little boy was taken ill, and you were sent for, and +did not come to church? Well, I had gone along to the +church-yard to seek you, and was waiting for you, when who +must needs make his appearance but the worthy Master +Blaise—nay, but I told you, good Prue, the honor he would +put upon me; and, thank Heaven, he hath not returned to +it, nor spoken to my father yet, as far as I can learn. Then, +when the good parson's sermon was over—body o' me, he +let me know right sharply I was no saint, though a saint I +might become, no doubt, were I to take him for my master—as +I say, the lecture he gave me was over, and we were walking +to the church door, when who should come by but Master +Quiney and some of the others. Oh, well I know my gentleman! +The instant he clapped eyes on me he suspected +there had been a planned meeting—I could see it well—and +off he goes in high dudgeon, and not a word nor a look—before +the others, mind you, before the others, good Prue; +that was the slight he put upon me. Marry, I care not! +Whither he has gone, there he may stay!"</p> + +<p>She spoke rapidly and with warmth: despite the scorn +that was in her voice, it was clear that that public slight +had touched her deeply.</p> + +<p>"Nay, Judith," said her gentle companion, "'twere surely +a world of pity you should let an old friend go away like +that—through a mischance merely——"</p> + +<p>"An old friend?" said she. "I want none of such +friends, that have ill thoughts of you ere you can speak. +Let him choose his friends elsewhere, say I; let him keep +to his tapsters, and his ale-house wenches; there he will +have enough of pleasure, I doubt not, till his head be broke +in a brawl some night!"</p> + +<p>Then something seemed to occur to her. All at once +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">104</a></span>she threw aside the bit of ribbon she had in her fingers, +and dropped on her knee before her friend, and seized +hold of Prudence's hands.</p> + +<p>"I beseech your pardon, sweet Prue!—indeed, indeed, +I knew not what I said; they were but idle words; good +mouse, I pray you heed them not. He may have reasons +for distrusting me; and in truth I complain not; 'tis a +small matter; but I would not have you think ill of him +through these idle words of mine. Nay, nay, they tell me +he is sober and diligent, that his business prospers, that +he makes many friends, and that the young men regard +him as the chief of them, whether it be at merriment or +aught else."</p> + +<p>"I am right glad to hear you speak so of the young man, +Judith," Prudence said, in her gentle way, and yet mildly +wondering at this sudden change of tone. "If he has displeased +you, be sure he will be sorry for it, when he knows +the truth."</p> + +<p>"Nay, nay, sweet mouse," Judith said, rising and resuming +her careless manner, as she picked up the ribbon she +had thrown aside. "'Tis of no moment. I wish the young +man well. I pray you speak to none of that I have told you; +perchance 'twas but an accident, and he meant no slight +at all; and then—and then," she added, with a kind of +laugh, "as the good parson seems determined that willy-nilly +I must wed him and help him in his charge of souls, +that were a good ending, sweet Prue?"</p> + +<p>She was now all equipped for setting forth, even to the +feather fan that hung from her girdle by a small silver cord.</p> + +<p>"But I know he hath not spoken to my father yet, else I +should have heard of it, in jest or otherwise. Come, mouse, +shall we go? or the good dame will have a scolding for us."</p> + +<p>Indeed, this chance reference to the slight put upon her +in the church-yard seemed to have left no sting behind it. +She was laughing as she went down the stair, at some odd +saying of Bess Hall's that her father had got hold of. When +they went outside she linked her arm within that of her +friend, and nodded to this or the other passer-by, and had +a merry or a pleasant word for them, accordingly as they +greeted her. And</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Green sleeves was all my joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Green sleeves was my delight,<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">came naturally into her idle brain; for the day seemed a +fit one for holiday-making; the skies were clear, with large +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">105</a></span>white clouds moving slowly across the blue; and there +was a fair west wind to stir the leaves of the trees and +the bushes, and to touch warmly and softly her pink-hued +cheek and pearly neck.</p> + +<p>"Ah, me," said she, in mock desolation, "why should +one go nowadays to Shottery? What use is in't, sweet +Prue, when all the magic and enticement is gone from it? +Aforetime I had the chance of meeting with so gracious a +young gentleman, that brought news of the King's court, +and spoke so soft you would think the cuckoo in the woods +was still to listen. That was something to expect when +one had walked so far—the apparition—a trembling interview—and +then so civil and sweet a farewell! But now he +is gone away, I know not whither; and he has forgotten +that ever he lodged in a farm-house, like a king consorting +with shepherds; and doubtless he will not seek to return. +Well——"</p> + +<p>"You have never heard of him since, Judith?" her friend +said, with rapid look.</p> + +<p>"Alas, no!" she said, in the same simulated vein. "And +sometimes I ask myself whether there ever was such a youth—whether +the world ever did produce such a courtly gentleman, +such a paragon, such a marvel of courtesy—or was +it not but a trick of the villain wizard? Think of it, good +Prue—to have been walking and talking with a ghost, with +a thing of air, and that twice, too! Is't not enough to chill +the marrow in your bones? Well, I would that all ghosts +were as gentle and mannerly; there would be less fear of +them among the Warwickshire wenches. But do you know, +good Prue," she said, suddenly altering her tone into something +of eagerness, "there is a matter of more moment +than ghosts that concerns us now. By this time, or I am +mistaken quite, there must be a goodly bulk of the new +play lying in the oaken chest; and again and again have I +tried to see whether I might dare to carry away some of +the sheets, but always there was some one to hinder. My +father, you know, has been much in the summer-house +since the business of the new twenty acres was settled; and +then again, when by chance he has gone away with the +bailiff somewhere, and I have had my eye on the place, +there was goodman Matthew on the watch, or else a maid +would come by to gather a dish of green gooseberries for +the baking, or Susan would have me seek out a ripe raspberry +or two for the child, or my mother would call to me +from the brew-house. But 'tis there, Prue, be sure; and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">106</a></span>there will come a chance, I warrant; I will outwit the ancient +Matthew——"</p> + +<p>"Do you never bethink you, Judith, what your father +would say were he to discover?" her friend said, glancing +at her, as they walked along the highway.</p> + +<p>Judith laughed, but with some heightened color.</p> + +<p>"My father?" said she. "Truly, if he alone were to +discover, I should have easy penance. Were it between +himself and me, methinks there were no great harm done. +A daughter may fairly seek to know the means that has +gained for her father the commendation of so many of the +great people, and placed him in such good estate in his own +town. Marry, I fear not my father's knowing, were I to +confess to himself; but as for the others, were they to learn +of it—my mother, and Susan, and Dr. Hall, and the pious +Master Walter—I trow there might be some stormy weather +abroad. At all events, good Prue, in any such mischance, +you shall not suffer; 'tis I that will bear the blame, and all +the blame; for indeed I forced you to it, sweet mouse, and +you are as innocent of the wickedness as though you had +ne'er been born."</p> + +<p>And now they were just about to leave the main road +for the foot-path leading to Shottery, when they heard the +sound of some one coming along on horseback; and turning +for a second, they found it was young Tom Quiney, +who was on a smart galloway nag, and coming at a goodly +pace. As he passed them he took off his cap, and lowered +it with formal courtesy.</p> + +<p>"Give ye good-day," said he; but he scarcely looked at +them, nor did he pull up for further talk or greeting.</p> + +<p>"We are in such haste to be rich nowadays," said +Judith, with a touch of scorn in her voice, as the two +maidens set forth to walk through the meadows, "that we +have scarce time to be civil to our friends."</p> + +<p>But she bore away no ill-will; the day was too fine for +that. The soft west wind was tempering the heat and +stirring the leaves of the elms; red and white wild roses +were sprinkled among the dark green of the hedges; +there was a perfume of elder blossom in the air; and perhaps +also a faint scent of hay, for in the distance they +could see the mowers at work among the clover, and +could see the long sweep of the scythe. The sun lay +warm on the grass and the wild flowers around them; +there was a perfect silence but for the singing of the +birds; and now and again they could see one of the mowers +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">107</a></span>cease from his work, and a soft clinking sound told +them that he was sharpening the long, curving blade. +They did not walk quickly; it was an idle day.</p> + +<p>Presently some one came up behind them and overtook +them. It was young Master Quiney, who seemed to have +changed his mind, and was now on foot.</p> + +<p>"You are going over to Shottery, Prudence?" said he.</p> + +<p>Prudence flushed uneasily. Why should he address her, +and have no word for Judith?</p> + +<p>"Yes," said she; "Mistress Hathaway would have us +see her roses; she is right proud of them this year."</p> + +<p>"'Tis a good year for roses," said he, in a matter-of-fact +way, and as if there were no restraint at all on any of the +party.</p> + +<p>And then it seemed to occur to him that he ought to +account for his presence.</p> + +<p>"I guessed you were going to Shottery," said he, indifferently, +and still addressing himself exclusively to Prudence; +"and I got a lad to take on the nag and meet me at the +cross-road; the short-cut through the meadows is pleasant +walking. To Mistress Hathaway's, said you? I dare +promise you will be pleased with the show; there never +was such a year for roses; and not a touch of blight anywhere, +as I have heard. And a fine season for the crops, +too; just such weather as the farmers might pray for; +Look at that field of rye over there, now—is't not a +goodly sight?"</p> + +<p>He was talking with much appearance of self-possession; +it was Prudence who was embarrassed. As for +Judith, she paid no heed; she was looking before her at +the hedges and the elms, at the wild flowers around, and +at the field of bearded rye that bent in rustling gray-green +undulations before the westerly breeze.</p> + +<p>"And how does your brother, Prudence?" he continued. +"'Tis well for him his business goes on from year to year +without respect of the seasons; he can sleep o' nights +without thinking of the weather. It is the common report +that the others of the Town Council hold him in +great regard, and will have him become alderman ere +long; is it not so?"</p> + +<p>"I have heard some talk of it," Prudence said, with her +eyes cast down.</p> + +<p>At this moment they happened to be passing some +patches of the common mallow that were growing by the +side of the path; and the tall and handsome youth who +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">108</a></span>was walking with the two girls (but who never once let +his eyes stray in the direction of Judith) stooped down +and pulled one of the brightest clusters of the pale lilac +blossoms.</p> + +<p>"You have no flower in your dress, Prudence," said he, +offering them to her.</p> + +<p>"Nay, I care not to wear them," said she; and she +would rather have declined them, but as he still offered +them to her, how could she help accepting them and carrying +them in her hand? And then, in desperation, she +turned and addressed the perfectly silent and impassive +Judith.</p> + +<p>"Judith," said she, "you might have brought the mastiff +with you for a run."</p> + +<p>"Truly I might, sweetheart," said Judith, cheerfully, +"but that my grandmother likes him not in the garden; +his ways are overrough."</p> + +<p>"Now that reminds me," said he, quickly (but always +addressing Prudence), "of the little spaniel-gentle that I +have. Do you know the dog, Prudence? 'Tis accounted +a great beauty, and of the true Maltese breed. Will you +accept him from me? In truth I will hold it a favor if +you will take the little creature."</p> + +<p>"I?" said Prudence, with much amazement; for she +had somehow vaguely heard that the dog had been purchased +and brought to Stratford for the very purpose of +being presented to Judith.</p> + +<p>"I assure you 'tis just such an one as would make a +pleasant companion for you," said he; "a gentle creature +as ever was, and affectionate too—a most pleasant and +frolicsome playfellow. Will you take it, Prudence? for +what can I do with the little beast? I have no one to look +after it."</p> + +<p>"I had thought you meant Judith to have the spaniel," +said she, simply.</p> + +<p>"Nay, how would that do, sweetheart?" said Judith, +calmly. "Do you think the Don would brook such invasion +of his domain? Would you have the little thing +killed? You should take it, good cousin; 'twill be company +for you should you be alone in the house."</p> + +<p>She had spoken quite as if she had been engaged in the +conversation all the way through; there was no appearance +of anger or resentment at his ostentatious ignoring +of her presence: whatever she felt she was too proud to +show.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">109</a></span>"Then you will take the dog, Prudence," said he. "I +know I could not give it into gentler hands, for you could +not but show it kindness, as you show to all."</p> + +<p>"Give ye good thanks," said Prudence, with her pale +face flushing with renewed embarrassment, "for the offer +of the gift; but in truth I doubt if it be right and seemly +to waste such care on a dumb animal when there be so +many of our fellow-creatures that have more pressing +claims on us. And there are enough of temptations to +idleness without our wilfully adding to them. But I +thank you for the intention of your kindness—indeed I +do."</p> + +<p>"Nay, now, you shall have it, good Prudence, whether +you will or no," said he with a laugh. "You shall bear +with the little dog but for a week, that I beg of you; and +then if it please you not, if you find no amusement in its +tricks and antics, I will take it back again. 'Tis a bargain; +but as to your sending of it back, I have no fears; I warrant +you 'twill overcome your scruples, for 'tis a most +cunning and crafty playfellow, and merry withal; nor +will it hinder you from being as kind and helpful to those +around you as you have ever been. I envy the dog that +is to have so gentle a guardian."</p> + +<p>They were now come to a parting of the ways; and he +said he would turn off to the left, so as to reach the lane +at the end of which his nag was awaiting him.</p> + +<p>"And with your leave, Prudence," said he, "I will +bring the little spaniel to your house this evening, for I +am only going now as far as Bidford; and if your brother +be at home he may have half an hour to spare, that we +may have a chat about the Corporation, and the new ordinances +they propose to make. And so fare you well, +and good wishes go with you!"</p> + +<p>And with that he departed, and was soon out of sight.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Judith," Prudence exclaimed, almost melting into +tears, "my heart is heavy to see it!"</p> + +<p>"What, then, good cousin?" said Judith, lightly.</p> + +<p>"The quarrel."</p> + +<p>"The quarrel, dear heart! Think of no such thing. +In sober truth, dear Prudence, I would not have matters +other than they are; I would not; I am well content; +and as for Master Quiney, is not he improved? Did ever +mortal hear him speak so fair before? Marry, he hath +been learning good manners, and profited well. But +there it is; you are so gentle, sweetheart, that every one, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">110</a></span>no matter who, must find you good company; while I am +fractious, and ill to bear with; and do I marvel to see any +one prefer your smooth ways and even disposition? And +when he comes to-night, heed you, you must thank him +right civilly for bringing you the little spaniel; 'tis a great +favor; the dog is one of value that many would prize——"</p> + +<p>"I cannot take it—I will not have it. 'Twas meant for +you, Judith, as well you know," the other cried, in real +distress.</p> + +<p>"But you must and shall accept the gift," her friend +said, with decision. "Ay, and show yourself grateful for +his having singled you out withal. Neither himself nor +his spaniel would go long a-begging in Stratford, I warrant +you; give him friendly welcome, sweetheart."</p> + +<p>"He went away without a word to you, Judith."</p> + +<p>"I am content."</p> + +<p>"But why should it be thus?" Prudence said, almost +piteously.</p> + +<p>"Why? Dear mouse, I have told you. He and I +never did agree; 'twas ever something wrong on one side +or the other; and wherefore should not he look around +for a gentler companion? 'Twere a wonder should he do +aught else; and now he hath shown more wisdom than +ever I laid to his credit."</p> + +<p>"But the ungraciousness of his going, Judith," said the +gentle Prudence, who could in no wise understand the +apparent coolness with which Judith seemed to regard +the desperate thing that had taken place.</p> + +<p>"Heaven have mercy! why should that trouble you if +it harm not me?" was the instant answer. "My spirits +are not like to be dashed down for want of a 'fare you +well.' In good sooth, he had given you so much of his +courtesy and fair speeches that perchance he had none to +spare for others."</p> + +<p>By this time they were come to the little wooden gate +leading into the garden; and it was no wonder they +should pause in passing through that to regard the bewildering +and glowing luxuriance of foliage and blossom, +though this was but a cottage inclosure, and none of the +largest. The air seemed filled with the perfume of this +summer abundance; and the clear sunlight shone on the +various masses of color—roses red and white, pansies, +snapdragon, none-so-pretty, sweet-williams of every kind, +to say nothing of the clustering honeysuckle that surrounded +the cottage door.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">111</a></span>"Was't not worth the trouble, sweetheart?" Judith said. +"Indeed, the good dame does well to be proud of such a +pageant."</p> + +<p>As she spoke her grandmother suddenly made her appearance, +glancing sharply from one to the other of +them.</p> + +<p>"Welcome, child, welcome," she said, "and to you, +sweet Mistress Shawe."</p> + +<p>And yet she did not ask them to enter the cottage; there +was some kind of hesitation about the old dame's manner +that was unusual.</p> + +<p>"Well, grandmother," said Judith, gayly, "have you no +grumbling? My cap I made myself; then must it be out +of fashion. Or I did not make it myself; then it must +have cost a mint of money. Or what say you to my petticoat—does +not the color offend you? Shall I ever attain +to the pleasing of you, think you, good grandmother?"</p> + +<p>"Wench, wench, hold your peace!" the old dame said, +in a lower voice. "There is one within that may not like +the noise of strangers—though he be no stranger to you, +as he says——"</p> + +<p>"What, grandmother?" Judith exclaimed, and involuntarily +she shrank back a little, so startled was she. "A +stranger? In the cottage? You do not mean the young +gentleman that is in hiding—that I met in the lane——"</p> + +<p>"The same, Judith, the same," she said, quickly; "and +I know not whether he would wish to be seen by more +than needs be——"</p> + +<p>She glanced at Judith, who understood: moreover, the +latter had pulled together her courage again.</p> + +<p>"Have no fear, good grandmother," said she; and she +turned to Prudence. "You hear, good Prue, who is +within."</p> + +<p>"Yes," the other answered, but somewhat breathless.</p> + +<p>"Now, then, is such an opportunity as may ne'er occur +again," Judith said. "You will come with me, good Prue? +Nay, but you must."</p> + +<p>"Indeed I shall not!" Prudence exclaimed, stepping +back in affright. "Not for worlds, Judith, would I have +aught to do with such a thing. And you, Judith, for my +sake, come away! We will go back to Stratford!—we will +look at the garden some other time!—in truth, I can see +your grandmother is of my mind too. Judith, for the +love of me, come!—let us get away from this place!"</p> + +<p>Judith regarded her with a strange kind of smile.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">112</a></span>"I have had such courtesy and fair manners shown me +to-day, sweet Prue," said she, with a sort of gracious calmness, +"that I am fain to seek elsewhere for some other +treatment, lest I should grow vain. Will it please you +wait for me in the garden, then? Grandmother, I am +going in with you to help you give your guest good welcome."</p> + +<p>"Judith!" the terrified Prudence exclaimed, in a kind +of despair.</p> + +<p>But Judith, with her head erect, and with a perfect and +proud self-possession, had followed her grandmother into +the house.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XIII</h2> + +<h3>A HERALD MERCURY.</h3> + +<p>The distance between this luxuriant garden, all radiant +and glowing in light and color, and the small and darkened +inner room of the cottage, was but a matter of a few +yards; yet in that brief space, so alert was her brain, she +had time to reconsider much. And with her, pride or +anger was always of short duration, the sunny cheerfulness +of her nature refusing to harbor such uncongenial +guests. Why, she asked herself, should she take umbrage +at the somewhat too open neglect that had just been +shown her? Was it not tending in the very direction she +had herself desired? Had she not begged and prayed +him to give Prudence the little spaniel-gentle? Nay, +had she not wilfully gone and buried in the church-yard +the bit of rosemary that he had sent her to keep, putting +it away from her with the chance of it summoning an unknown +lover? So now, she said to herself, she would +presently come out again to the poor affrighted Prudence, +and would reassure her, and congratulate her, moreover, +with words of good cheer and comfort for the future.</p> + +<p>And then again, in this lightning-like survey of the +situation, she was conscious that she was becomingly +dressed—and right glad indeed that she had chanced to +put on the gray velvet cap with the brass beads and the +curling feather; and she knew that the young gentleman +would be courteous and civil, with admiring eyes. Moreover, +she had a vague impression that he was somewhat +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">113</a></span>too much given to speak of Ben Jonson; and she hoped +for some opportunity to let him understand that her father +was one of good estate, and much thought of by every +one around, whose daughter knew what was due to his +position, and could conduct herself not at all as a country +wench. And so it was that the next minute found her in +the twilight of the room; and there, truly enough, he was, +standing at the small window.</p> + +<p>"Give ye good welcome sir," said she.</p> + +<p>"What! fair Mistress Judith?" he said, as he quickly +turned round. And he would have come forward and +kissed her hand, perchance, but that a moment's hesitation +prevented him.</p> + +<p>"It may be that I have offended you," said he, diffidently.</p> + +<p>"In what, good sir?"</p> + +<p>She was quite at her ease; the little touch of modest +color in her face could scarcely be attributed to rustic +shyness; it was but natural; and it added to the gentleness +of her look.</p> + +<p>"Nay, then, sweet lady, 'twas but a lack of courage that +I would ask you to pardon," said he—though he did not +seem conscious of heavy guilt, to judge by the way in +which his black and eloquent eyes regarded Judith's face +and the prettinesses of her costume. "There was a promise +that I should communicate with you if I returned to +this part of the country; but I found myself not bold +enough to take advantage of your kindness. However, +fortune has been my friend, since again I meet you; 'tis +the luckiest chance; I but asked your good grandmother +here for a cup of water as I passed, and she would have me +take a cup of milk instead; and then she bade me to come +in out of the heat for a space—which I was nothing loath to +do, as you may guess; and here have I been taking up the +good lady's time with I know not what of idle gossip——"</p> + +<p>"But sit ye down, grandchild," the good dame said; +"and you, sir, pray sit you down. Here, wench," she +called to the little maid that was her sole domestic; "go +fill this jug from the best barrel."</p> + +<p>And then she herself proceeded to get down from the +high wooden rail some of the pewter trenchers that shone +there like a row of white moons in the dusk; and these +she placed on the table, with one or two knives; and then +she began to get forth cakes, a cheese, a ham, some spiced +bread, the half of a cold gooseberry-tart, and what not.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">114</a></span>"'Tis not every day we come by a visitor in these quiet +parts," said she—"ay, good sir, and one that is not afraid +to speak out his mind. Nay, nay, grandchild, I tell thee +sit thee down; thou art too fine a madam this morning to +meddle wi' kitchen matters. Tell the gentleman I be +rather deaf; but I thank him for his good company. Sit +ye down, sweeting; sooth, you look bravely this morning."</p> + +<p>"Have I pleased you at last, grandmother?—'tis a miracle, +surely," she said, with a smile; and then she turned +gravely to entertain the old dame's visitor. "I hope your +fortunes have mended, sir," said she.</p> + +<p>"In a measure—somewhat; but still I am forced to take +heed—"</p> + +<p>"Perchance you have still the letter to my father?" she +asked.</p> + +<p>"Nay, madam, I considered it a prudent thing to destroy +it—little as that was in my heart."</p> + +<p>"I had thought on your next coming to the neighborhood +that you would have taken the chance to make my +father's friendship," said she, and not without some secret +disappointment; for she was anxious that this acquaintance +of Ben Jonson's should see the New Place, with all its tapestries, +and carved wood, and silver-gilt bowls; with its +large fair garden, too, and substantial barns and stables. +Perhaps she would have had him carry the tale to London? +There were some things (she considered) quite as fine as +the trumpery masques and mummeries of the court that +the London people seemed to talk about. She would have +liked him to see her father at the head of his own table, +with her mother's napery shining, and plenty of good +friends round the board, and her father drinking to the +health of Bess Hall out of the silver-topped tankard that +Thomas Combe, and Russell, and Sadler, and Julius Shawe, +and the rest of them, had given him on his last birthday. +Or perchance she would have had him see her father riding +through the town of Stratford with some of these good +neighbors (and who the handsomest of all the company? +she would make bold to ask), with this one and that praising +the Evesham roan, and the wagoners as they passed +touching their caps to "worthy Mahster Shacksper." Ben +Jonson! Well, she had seen Ben Jonson. There was not +a maid in the town would have looked his way. Whereas, +if there were any secret enchantments going forward on +Hallowmas-eve (and she knew of such, if the ministers did +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">115</a></span>not), and if the young damsels were called on to form a +shape in their brain as they prayed for the handsome lover +that was to be sent them in the future, she was well aware +what type of man they would choose from amongst those +familiar to them; and also it had more than once reached +her ears that the young fellows would jokingly say among +themselves that right well it was that Master Shakespeare +was married and in safe-keeping, else they would never +have a chance. In the meanwhile, and with much courtesy, +this young gentleman was endeavoring to explain to +her why it was he dared not go near Stratford town.</p> + +<p>"Truly, sweet Mistress Judith," said he, in his suave +voice, and with modestly downcast eyes, "it is a disappointment +to me in more regards than one; perchance I +dare not say how much. But in these times one has to see +that one's own misfortunes may not prove harmful to one's +friends; and then again, ever since the French King's murder, +they are becoming harder and harder against any one, +however innocent he may be, that is under suspicion. And +whom do they not suspect? The Parliament have entreated +the King to be more careful of his safety; and the +recusants—as they call those that have some regard for +the faith they were brought up in—must not appear within +ten miles of the court. Nay, they are ordered to betake +themselves to their own dwellings; and by the last proclamation +all Roman priests, Jesuits, and seminaries are banished +the kingdom. I wonder not your good grandmother +should have a word of pity for them that are harried this +way and that for conscience' sake."</p> + +<p>"I say naught, I say naught; 'twere well to keep a still +tongue," the old dame said, being still busy with the table. +"But I have heard there wur more peace and quiet in +former days when there wur but one faith in the land; ay, +and good tending of the poor folk by the monks and the +rich houses."</p> + +<p>However, the chance reference to the French King had +suddenly recalled to Judith that Prudence was waiting her +in the garden; and her conscience smote her for her neglect; +while she was determined that so favorable an opportunity +should not be lost of banishing once and forever +her dear gossip's cruel suspicions. So she rose.</p> + +<p>"I crave your pardon, good sir," said she, "if I leave +you for a moment to seek my gossip Prudence Shawe, that +was to wait for me in the garden. I would have you acquainted +with each other; but pray you, sir, forbear to say +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">116</a></span>anything against the Puritan section of the church, for she +is well inclined that way, and she has a heart that is easily +wounded."</p> + +<p>"And thank you for the caution, fair Mistress Judith," +said he; and he rose, and bowed low, and stood hat in +hand until she had left the apartment.</p> + +<p>At first, so blinding was the glare of light and color, +she could hardly see; but presently, when her eyes were +less dazzled, she looked everywhere, and found the garden +quite empty. She called; there was no answer. She +went down to the little gate; there was no one in the +road. And so, taking it for granted that Prudence had +sought safety in flight, and was now back in Stratford +town, or on the way thither, she returned into the cottage +with a light heart, and well content to hear what news +was abroad.</p> + +<p>"Pray you, sir," said old Mistress Hathaway, "sit in to +the table; and you, grandchild, come your ways. If the +fare be poor, the welcome is hearty. What, then, Judith? +Dined already, sayst thou? Body o' me, a fresh-colored +young wench like you should be ready for your dinner at +any time. Well, well, sit thee in, and grace the table; and +you shall sip a cup of claret for the sake of good company."</p> + +<p>Master Leofric Hope, on the other hand, was not at all +backward in applying himself to this extemporized meal; +on the contrary, he did it such justice as fairly warmed the +old dame's heart. And he drank to her, moreover, bending +low over his cup of ale; but he did not do the like by +Judith—for some reason or another. And all the while he +was telling them of the affairs of the town; as to how there +was much talking of the new river that was to bring water +from some ten or twelve miles off, and how one Middleton +was far advanced with the cutting of it, although many +were against it, and would have the project overthrown +altogether. Of these and similar matters he spoke right +pleasantly, and the old dame was greatly interested; but +Judith grew to think it strange that so much should be +said about public affairs, and what the people were talking +about, and yet no mention made of her father. And so it +came about, when he went on to tell them of the new ship +of war that so many were going to see at Woolwich, and +that the King made so much of, she said:</p> + +<p>"Oh, my father knows all about that ship. 'Twas but +the other day I heard him and Master Combe speak of it; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">117</a></span>and of the King too; and my father said, 'Poor man, 'tis +a far smaller ship than that he will make his last voyage +in.'"</p> + +<p>"Said he that of the King?"</p> + +<p>She looked up in quick alarm.</p> + +<p>"But as he would have said it of me, or of you, or of +any one," she exclaimed. "Nay, my father is well inclined +toward the King, though he be not as much at the court +as some, nor caring to make pageants for the court ladies +and their attendants and followers."</p> + +<p>If there were any sarcasm in this speech, he did not +perceive it; for it merely led him on to speak of the new +masque that Ben Jonson was preparing for the Prince +Henry; and incidentally he mentioned that the subject +was to be Oberon, the Fairy Prince.</p> + +<p>"Oberon?" said Judith, opening her eyes. "Why, my +father hath writ about that!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, as we all know," said he, courteously; "but +there will be a difference——"</p> + +<p>"A difference?" said she. "By my life, yes! There +will be a difference. I wonder that Master Jonson was +not better advised."</p> + +<p>"Nay, in this matter, good Mistress Judith," said he, +"there will be no comparison. I know 'tis the fashion to +compare them——"</p> + +<p>"To compare my father and Master Jonson?" she said, +as if she had not heard aright. "Why, what comparison? +In what way? Pray you remember, sir, I have seen Master +Ben Jonson. I have seen him, and spoken with him. +And as for my father, I'll be bound there is not his fellow +for a handsome presence and gracious manners in all Warwickshire—no, +nor in London town neither, I'll be sworn!"</p> + +<p>"I meant not that, sweet lady," said he, with a smile; +and he added, grimly: "I grant you our Ben looks as if +he had been in the wars; he hath had a tussle with Bacchus +on many a merry night, and bears the scars of these +noble combats. No; 'tis the fashion to compare them as +wits——"</p> + +<p>"I'd as lief compare them as men, good sir," said she, +with a touch of pride; "and I know right well which +should have my choice."</p> + +<p>"When it is my good fortune, dear lady," said the young +man, "to have Master William Shakespeare's daughter +sitting before me, I need no other testimony to his grace +and bearing, even had I never set eyes on him." And with +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">118</a></span>that he bowed low; and there was a slight flush on her +face that was none of displeasure; while the old dame +said:</p> + +<p>"Ay, ay, there be many a wench in Warwickshire worse +favored than she. Pray Heaven it turn not her head! The +wench is a good wench, but ill to manage; and 'twere no +marvel if the young men got tired of waiting."</p> + +<p>To escape from any further discussion of this subject, +Judith proposed that they should go out and look at her +grandmother's roses and pansies, which was in truth the +object of her visit; and she added that if Master Hope +(this was the first time she had named him by his name) +were still desirous of avoiding observation, they could go +to the little bower at the upper hedge-row, which was +sufficiently screened from the view of any passer-by. The +old dame was right willing, for she was exceedingly proud +of this garden, that had no other tending than her own; +and so she got her knitting-needles and ball of wool, and +preceded them out into the warm air and the sunlight.</p> + +<p>"Dear, dear me," said she, stopping to regard two small +shrubs that stood withered and brown by the side of the +path. "There be something strange in that rosemary, now; +in good sooth there be. Try as I may, I cannot bring +them along; the spring frost makes sure to kill them." +And then she went on again.</p> + +<p>"Strange, indeed," said the young man to his companion, +these two being somewhat behind, "that a plant that is so +fickle and difficult to hold should be the emblem of constancy."</p> + +<p>"I know not what they do elsewhere," said Judith, carelessly +pulling a withered leaf or two to see if they were +quite inodorous, "but hereabouts they often use a bit of +rosemary for a charm, and the summoning of spirits."</p> + +<p>He started somewhat, and glanced at her quickly and +curiously. But there was clearly no subtle intention in the +speech. She idly threw away the leaves.</p> + +<p>"Have you faith in such charms, Mistress Judith?" said +he, still regarding her.</p> + +<p>"In truth I know not," she answered, as if the question +were of but little moment. "There be some who believe +in them, and others that laugh. But strange stories are +told; marry, there be some of them that are not pleasant +to hear of a winter's night, when one has to change the +warm chimney-corner for the cold room above. There is +my grandmother, she hath a rare store of them; but they +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">119</a></span>fit not well with the summer-time and with such a show as +this."</p> + +<p>"A goodly show, indeed," said he; and by this time they +were come to a small arbor of rude lattice-work mostly +smothered in foliage; and there was a seat within it, and +also a tiny table; while in front they were screened from +the gaze of any one going along the road by a straggling +and propped-up wall of peas that were now showing their +large white blossoms plentifully among the green.</p> + +<p>"'Tis a quiet spot," said he, when they were seated, and +the old dame had taken to her knitting; "'tis enough to +make one pray never to hear more of the din and turmoil +of London."</p> + +<p>"I should have thought, sir," said Judith, "you would +have feared to go near London, if there be those that would +fain get to know of your whereabout."</p> + +<p>"Truly," said he, "I have no choice. I must run the +risk. From time to time I must seek to see whether the +cloud that is hanging over me give signs of breaking. And +surely such must now be the case, when fortune hath been +so kind to me as to place me where I am at this moment—in +such company—with such a quiet around. 'Tis like the +work of a magician; though from time to time I remind +me that I should rise and leave, craving your pardon for +intruding on you withal."</p> + +<p>"Trouble not yourself, young sir," the old dame said, in +her matter-of-fact way, as she looked up from her knitting; +"if the place content you, 'tis right well; we be in no such +hurry in these country parts; we let the day go by as it +lists, and thank God for a sound night's rest at the end of +it."</p> + +<p>"And you have a more peaceful and happy life than the +London citizens, I'll be bound," said he, "with all their +feasts and gayeties and the noise of drums and the like."</p> + +<p>"We hear but the murmur of such things from a far +distance," Judith said. "Was there not a great to-do on the +river when the citizens gave their welcome to the Prince?"</p> + +<p>"Why, there, now," said he, brightening up at this +chance of repaying in some measure the courtesy of his +entertainers; "there was as wonderful a thing as London +ever saw. A noble spectacle, truly; for the Companies +would not be outdone; and such bravery of apparel, and +such a banqueting in the afternoon! And perchance you +heard of it but through some news-letter! Shall I tell you +what I saw on my own part?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">120</a></span>"If it be not too troublesome to you, good sir."</p> + +<p>He was glad enough; for he had noticed, when he was +describing such things, that Judith's eyes grew absent, and +he could gaze at them without fear of causing her to start +and blush. Moreover, it was a pretty face to tell a story to; +and the day was so still and shining; and all around them +there was a scent of roses in the air.</p> + +<p>"Why, it was about daybreak, as I should think," he said, +"that the citizens began to come forth; and a bright fair +morning it was; and all of them in their best array. And +you may be sure that when the Companies learned that the +whole of the citizens were minded to show their love for +the Prince Henry on his coming back from Richmond, +they were not like to be behindhand; and such preparations +had been made as you would scarce believe. Well, +then, so active were they in their several ways that by eight +of the clock the Companies were all assembled in their +barges of state to wait the Lord Mayor and Aldermen; +and such a sound of drums and trumpets and fifes was +there; and the water covered with the fleet, and the banks +all crowded with them that had come down to see. Then +the Lord Mayor and the Aldermen being arrived, the great +procession set forth in state; and such a booming of cannon +there was, and cheering from the crowd. 'Twas a +sight, on my life; for they bore the pageant with them—that +was a huge whale and a dolphin; and on the whale +sat a fair and lovely nymph, Corinea she was called, the +Queen of Cornwall; and she had a coronet of strange sea-shells, +and strings of pearls around her neck and on her +wrists; and her dress was of crimson silk, so that all could +make her out from a distance; and she had a silver shield +slung on to her left arm, and in her right hand a silver +spear—oh, a wonderful sight she was; I marvel not the +crowd cheered and cheered again. Then on the other animal—that +is, the dolphin—sat one that represented Amphion—he +was the father of music, as you must know; and +a long beard he wore, and he also had a wreath of sea-shells +on his head, and in his hand a harp of gold that shone in +the sun. Well, away they set toward Chelsea; and there +they waited for the Prince's approach——"</p> + +<p>"And the young Prince himself," Judith said, quickly +and eagerly; "he bears himself well, does he not? He +bears himself like a prince? He would match such a pageant +right royally, is't not so?"</p> + +<p>"Why, he is the very model and mirror of princehood!—the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">121</a></span>pink of chivalry!—nor is there one of them at the +court that can match him at the knightly exercises," said +this enthusiastic chronicler, who had his reward in seeing +how interested she was. "Well, when the young Prince +was come to Chelsea, there he paused; and the Queen +Corinea addressed him in a speech of welcome—truly, I +could not hear a word of it, there was such a noise among +the multitude; but I was told thereafter that it presented +him with their love and loyal duty; and then they all set +forth toward Whitehall again. By this time 'twas late in +the day; and no man would have believed so many dwelt +in the neighborhood of our great river; and that again was +as naught to the crowd assembled when they were come +again to the town. And here—as it must have been arranged +beforehand, doubtless—the fleet of barges separated +and formed two long lines, so as to make a lane for +the Prince to pass through, with great cheering and shouting, +so that when they were come to the court steps, he +was at the head of them all. And now it was that the dolphin +approached, and Amphion, that was riding on his +back, bid the Prince a loyal farewell in the name of all the +citizens; and at the end of the speech—which, in truth +the people guessed at rather than heard—there was such +a tumult of huzzas, and a firing of cannon, and the drums +and the trumpets sounding, and on every hand you could +hear nothing but 'Long live our Prince of Wales, the +Royal Henry!'"</p> + +<p>"And he bore himself bravely, I'll dare be sworn!" she +exclaimed. "I have heard my father speak of him; he is +one that will uphold the honor of England when he comes +to the throne!"</p> + +<p>"And there was such a feasting and rejoicing that evening," +he continued, "within doors and without; and many +an honest man, I fear me, transgressed, and laid the train +for a sore-distracted head next day. Then 'twas some two +or three evenings after that, if I remember aright, that we +had the great water-fight and the fire-works; but perchance +you heard of these, sweet Mistress Judith?"</p> + +<p>"In truth, good sir," she answered, "I heard of these, +as of the welcome you speak of, but in so scant a way as +to be worth naught. 'Tis not a kind of talking that is encouraged +at our house; unless, indeed, when Julius Shawe +and Master Combe and some of them come in of an evening +to chat with my father; and then sometimes I contrive +to linger, with the bringing in of a flagon of Rhenish or +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">122</a></span>the like, unless I am chid and sent forth. I pray you, +good sir, if I do not outwear your patience, to tell us of +the water-fight, too."</p> + +<p>"'Tis I that am more like to outwear your patience, fair +Judith," said he. "I would I had a hundred fights to tell +you of. But this one—well, 'twas a goodly pageant; and +a vast crowd was come down to the water's edge to see +what was going forward, for most of the business of the +day was over, and both master and 'prentice were free. +And very soon we saw how the story was going; for there +was a Turkish pirate, with fierce men with blackened faces; +and they would plunder two English merchantmen and +make slaves of the crews. This was but the beginning of +the fight; and there was great firing of guns and manœuvring +of the vessels; and the merchantmen were like to fare +badly, not being trained to arms like the pirate. In sooth +they were sore bestead; but presently up came two ships +of war to rescue; and then the coil began in good earnest, +I warrant you; for there was boarding and charging and +clambering over the bulwarks—ay, and many a man on +both sides knocked into the sea; until in the end they had +killed or secured all the pirates, and then there was naught +to do but to blow up the pirate ship into the air, with a +noise like thunder, and scarce a rag or spar of him remaining. +'Twas a right good ending, I take it, in the minds of +the worthy citizens; doubtless they hoped that every Turkish +rogue would be served the like. And then it was that +the blowing up of the pirate ship was a kind of signal for +the beginning of the fire-works; and it had grown to dusk +now, so that the blazes of red light and blue light and the +whizzing of the squibs and what not seemed to fill all the +air. 'Twas a rare climax to the destruction of the Turks; +and the people cheered and cheered again when 'twas well +done; and then at the end came a great discharge of guns +and squibs and showers of stars, that one would have +thought the whole world was on fire. Sure I am that the +waters of the Thames never saw such a sight before. And +the people went home right well content, and I doubt not +drank to the confusion of all pirates, as well as to the health +of the young Prince, that is to preserve the realm to us in +years to come."</p> + +<p>They talked for some time thereafter about that and +other matters, and about his own condition and occupations +at the farm; and then he rose, and there was a smile +on his face.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">123</a></span>"You know, fair Mistress Judith," said he, "that a wise +man is careful not to out-stay his welcome, lest it be not +offered to him again; and your good grandmother has afforded +me so pleasant an hour's gossip and good company +that I would fain look forward to some other chance of <span class="err" title="original: the the">the</span> +same in the future."</p> + +<p>"Must you go, good sir?" said Judith, also rising. "I +trust we have not over-taxed your patience. We country +folk are hungry listeners."</p> + +<p>"To have been awarded so much of your time, sweet +Mistress Judith," said he, bowing very low, "is an honor +I am not likely to forget."</p> + +<p>And then he addressed the old dame, who had missed +something of this.</p> + +<p>"Give ye good thanks for your kindness, good Mistress +Hathaway," said he.</p> + +<p>"Good fortune attend ye, sir," said the old dame, contentedly, +and without ceasing from her knitting.</p> + +<p>Judith was standing there, with her eyes cast down.</p> + +<p>"Sweet lady, by your leave," said he, and he took her +hand and raised it and just touched her fingers with his +lips. Then he bowed low again, and withdrew.</p> + +<p>"Fare you well, good sir," Judith had said at the same +moment, but without any word as to a future meeting. +Then she returned into the little arbor and sat down.</p> + +<p>"Is't not like a meteor, grandmother, shooting across +the sky?" said she, merrily. "Beshrew me, but the day +has grown dark since he left! Didst ever hear of such a +gallymawfrey of dolphins and whales, and prince's barges, +and the roaring of cannon, and fire-works? Sure 'tis well +we live in the country quiet, our ears would be riven in +twain else. And you, grandmother, that was ever preaching +about prudent behavior, to be harboring one that may +be an outlaw—a recusant; perchance he hath drawn his +sword in the King's presence——"</p> + +<p>"What know you of the young gentleman, Judith?" +the old dame said, sharply.</p> + +<p>"Marry, not a jot beyond what he hath doubtless told +to yourself, good grandmother. But see you any harm +in him? Have you suspicion of him? Would you have +me think—as Prudence would fain believe—that there is +witchcraft about him?"</p> + +<p>"Truly I see no harm in the young gentleman," the old +grandmother was constrained to say. "And he be fair-spoken, +and modest withal. But look you to this, wench, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">124</a></span>should you chance to meet him again while he bideth here +in this neighborhood—I trow 'twere better you did not—but +should that chance, see you keep a still tongue in your +head about Church and King and Parliament. Let others +meddle who choose; 'tis none of your affairs: do you hear +me, child? These be parlous times, as the talk is; they +do well that keep the by-ways, and let my lord's coaches +go whither they list."</p> + +<p>"Grandmother," said Judith, gravely, "I know there be +many things in which I cannot please you, but this sin +that you would lay to my charge—nay, dear grandam, when +have you caught me talking about Church and King and +Parliament? Truly I wish them well; but I am content +if they go their own way."</p> + +<p>The old dame glanced at her, to see what this demure +tone of speech meant.</p> + +<p>"Thou?" she said, in a sort of grumble. "Thy brain +be filled with other gear, I reckon. 'Tis a bit of ribbon that +hath hold of thee; or the report as to which of the lads +shot best at the match; or perchance 'tis the purchase of +some penny ballads, that you may put the pictures on your +chamber wall, as if you were a farm wench just come in +from the milking pail."</p> + +<p>"Heaven have pity on me, good grandmother," said she, +with much penitence, and she looked down at her costume, +"but I can find no way of pleasing you. You scold me for +being but a farm wench; and truly this petticoat, though +it be pretty enough, methinks might have been made of a +costlier stuff; and my cap—good grandmother, look at my +cap—"</p> + +<p>She took it off, and smoothed the gray velvet of it, and +arranged the beads and the feather.</p> + +<p>"—is the cap also too much of the fashion of a farm +wench? or have I gone amiss the other way, and become +too like a city dame? Would that I knew how to please +you, grandam!"</p> + +<p>"Go thy ways, child; get thee home!" the old woman +said, but only half angrily. "Thy foolish head hath been +turned by hearing of those court gambols. Get you to +your needle; be your mother's napery all so well mended +that you can spend the whole day in idleness?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, but you are in the right there, good grandmother," +said Judith, drawing closer to her, and taking +her thin and wrinkled hand in her own warm, white, soft +ones. "But not to the needle—not to the needle, good +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">125</a></span>grandam; I have other eggs on the spit. Did not I tell +you of the Portugal receipts that Prudence got for me?—in +good sooth I did; well, the dishes were made; and next +day at dinner my father was right well pleased. 'Tis little +heed he pays to such matters; and we scarce thought of +asking him how he liked the fare, when all at once he said: +'Good mother, you must give my thanks to Jane cook; +'twill cheer her in her work; nay, I owe them.' Then says +my mother: 'But these two dishes were not prepared by +the cook, good husband; 'twas one of the maids.' 'One +of the maids?' he says. 'Well, which one of the maids? +Truly, 'tis something rare to be found in a country house.' +And then there was a laughing amongst all of them; and +he fixes his eyes on me. 'What?' he says, 'that saucy +wench? Is she striving to win her a husband at last?' +And so you see, good grandmother, I must waste no more +time here, for Prudence hath one or two more of these receipts; +and I must try them to see whether my father approves +or not."</p> + +<p>And so she kissed the old dame, and bade her farewell, +refusing at the same time to have the escort of the small +maid across the meadows to the town.</p> + +<p>All the temporary annoyance of the morning was now +over and forgotten; she was wholly pleased to have had +this interview, and to have heard minutely of all the great +doings in London. She walked quickly; a careless gladness +shone in her face; and she was lightly singing to herself, +as she went along the well-beaten path through the +fields,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> Men were deceivers ever."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">But it was not in the nature of any complaint against the +inconstancy of man that this rhyme had come into her +head. Quite other thoughts came as well. At one moment +she was saying to herself:</p> + +<p>"Why, now, have I no spaniel-gentle with me to keep +me company?"</p> + +<p>And then the next minute she was saying with a sort of +laugh:</p> + +<p>"God help me, I fear I am none of the spaniel-gentle +kind!"</p> + +<p>But there was no deep smiting of conscience even when +she confessed so much. Her face was radiant and content; +she looked at the cattle, or the trees, or the children, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">126</a></span>as it chanced, as if she knew them all, and knew that they +were friendly toward her; and then again the idle air +would come into her brain:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then sigh not so, but let them go,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And be you blithe and bonny,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Converting all your sounds of woe<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Into hey, nonny, nonny!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XIV.</h2> + +<h3>A TIRE-WOMAN.</h3> + +<p>It was not until after supper that evening that Judith +was free to seek out her companion, who had fled from +her in the morning; and when she did steal forth—carrying +a small basket in her hand—she approached the house +with much more caution than was habitual with her. +She glanced in at the lower windows, but could see +nothing. Then, instead of trying whether the latch was +left loose, she formally knocked at the door.</p> + +<p>It was opened by a little rosy-cheeked girl of eleven or +twelve, who instantly bobbed a respectful courtesy.</p> + +<p>"Is Mistress Prudence within, little Margery?" she said.</p> + +<p>"Yes, if it please you," said the little wench, and she +stood aside to let Judith pass.</p> + +<p>But Judith did not enter; she seemed listening.</p> + +<p>"Where is she?"</p> + +<p>"In her own chamber, if it please you."</p> + +<p>"Alone, then?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, if it please you, Mistress Judith."</p> + +<p>Judith patted the little maid in requital of her courtesy, +and then stole noiselessly up-stairs. The door was open. +Prudence was standing before a small table ironing a pair +of snow-white cuffs, the while she was repeating to herself +verses of a psalm. Her voice, low as it was, could be +heard distinctly:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Open thou my lips, O Lord, and my mouth shall shew forth thy praise.</p> + +<p>For thou desirest no sacrifice, though I would give it; thou delightest +not in burnt-offering.</p> + +<p>The sacrifices of God are a contrite spirit; a contrite and a broken +heart, O God, thou will not despise.</p> + +<p>Be favorable unto Zion for thy good pleasure; build the walls of Jerusalem.</p> + +<p>Then shalt thou accept the sacrifices of righteousness, even the burnt +offering and oblation; then shall they offer calves upon thine altar.</p></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">127</a></span>She happened to turn her head; and then she uttered a +slight cry of surprise, and came quickly to Judith, and +caught her by the hand.</p> + +<p>"What said he?" she exclaimed, almost breathlessly. +"You saw him? 'Twas the same, was it not? How came +he there? Judith, tell me!"</p> + +<p>"You timid mouse that ran away!" the other said, with +a complacent smile. "Why, what should he say? But +prithee go on with the cuffs, else the iron will be cold. +And are you alone in the house, Prudence? There is no +one below?"</p> + +<p>"None but the maids, I trow; or Julius, perchance, if +he be come in from the malt-house."</p> + +<p>"Quick, then, with the cuffs," Judith said, "and get +them finished. Nay, I will tell thee all about the young +gentleman thereafter. Get thee finished with the cuffs, and +put them on——"</p> + +<p>"But I meant them not for this evening, Judith," said +she, with her eyes turned away.</p> + +<p>"'Tis this evening, and now, you must wear them," her +friend said, peremptorily. "And more than these. See, +I have brought you some things, dear mouse, that you must +wear for my sake—nay, nay, I will take no denial—you +must and shall—and with haste, too, must you put them +on, lest any one should come and find the mistress of the +house out of call. Is not this pretty, good Prudence?"</p> + +<p>She had opened the basket and taken therefrom a plaited +ruff that the briefest feminine glance showed to be of the +finest cobweb lawn, tinged a faint saffron hue, and tied +with silken strings. Prudence, who now divined the object +of her visit, was overwhelmed with confusion. The +fair and pensive face became rose red with embarrassment, +and she did not even know how to protest.</p> + +<p>"And this," said Judith, in the most matter-of-fact way, +taking something else out of the basket, "will also become +you well—nay, not so, good mouse, you shall be as +prim and Puritanical as you please to-morrow; to-night +you shall be a little braver; and is it not handsome, too?—'twas +a gift to my mother—and she knows that I have +it—though I have never worn it."</p> + +<p>This second article that she held out and stroked with +her fingers was a girdle of buff-colored leather, embroidered +with flowers in silk of different colors, and having +a margin of filigree silver-work both above and below +and a broad silver clasp.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">128</a></span>"Come, then, let's try——"</p> + +<p>"Nay, Judith," the other said, retreating a step; "I cannot—indeed +I cannot——"</p> + +<p>"Indeed you must, silly child!" Judith said, and she +caught hold of her angrily. "I say you shall. What +know you of such things? Must I teach you manners?"</p> + +<p>And when Judith was in this authoritative mood, Prudence +had but little power to withstand her. Her face +was still burning with embarrassment, but she succumbed +in silence, while Judith whipped off the plain linen collar +that her friend wore, and set on in its stead this small but +handsome ruff. She arranged it carefully, and smoothed +Prudence's soft fair hair, and gave a finishing touch to the +three-cornered cap; then she stepped back a pace or two +to contemplate her handiwork.</p> + +<p>"There!" she exclaimed (pretending to see nothing of +Prudence's blushes). "A princess! On my life, a princess! +And now for the girdle; but you must cast aside that +housewife's pouch, sweetheart, and I will lend thee this +little pomander of mine; in truth 'twill suit it well."</p> + +<p>"No, no, dear Judith!" the other said, almost piteously. +"Indeed I cannot prank me out in these borrowed +plumes. If you will have it so, I will wear the ruff; but +not the girdle—not the girdle, dear cousin—that all would +see was none of mine——"</p> + +<p>"What's that?" Judith exclaimed, suddenly, for there +was a noise below.</p> + +<p>"'Tis Julius come in from the barn," Prudence said.</p> + +<p>"Mercy on us," the other cried, with a laugh, "I +thought 'twas the spaniel-gentle come already. So you +will not wear the girdle? Well, the ruff becomes you +right fairly: and—and those roses in your cheeks, good +Prue—why, what is the matter? Is there aught wonderful +in one of Julius's friends coming to see him in the +evening? And as the mistress of the house you must receive +him well and courteously; and be not so demure of +speech and distant in manner, dearest heart, for youth +must have a little merriment, and we cannot always be at +our prayers."</p> + +<p>"I know not what you mean, Judith, unless it be something +that is far away from any thought or wish of +mine."</p> + +<p>There was a touch of sincerity in this speech that instantly +recalled Judith from her half-gibing ways. The +truth was that while she herself was free enough in confiding +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">129</a></span>to this chosen gossip of hers all about such lovers or +would-be lovers as happened to present themselves, Prudence +had never volunteered any similar confidence in +return; and the very fact that there might be reasons for +this reticence was enough to keep Judith from seeking to +remove the veil. Judith herself was accustomed to make +merry over the whole matter of sweethearts and rhymed +messages and little tender gifts; but Prudence was sensitive, +and Judith was careful not to wound her by indiscreet +questioning. And at this moment, when Prudence was +standing there confused and abashed, some compunction +seized the heart of her friend. She took her hand.</p> + +<p>"In good sooth, I meant not to tease you, sweetheart," +said she, in a kindly way; "and if I advise you in aught, +'tis but that you should make your brother's house a pleasant +resort for them that would be friendly with him and +visit him. What harm can there be in receiving such with +a cheerful welcome, and having a pretty house-mistress, +and all things neat and comfortable? Dear mouse, you so +often lecture me that I must have my turn; and I do not +find fault or cause of quarrel; 'tis but a wish that you +would be less severe in your ways, and let your kind heart +speak more freely. Men, that have the burden of the +world's fight to bear, love to meet women-folk that have +a merry and cheerful countenance; 'twere a marvel else; +and of an evening, when there is idleness and some solace +after the labors of the day, why should one be glum, and +thinking ever of that next world that is coming soon +enough of its own accord? Look you how well the ruff +becomes you; and what sin is in it? The girdle, too; think +you my mother would have worn it had there been aught +of evil in a simple piece of leather and embroidery?"</p> + +<p>"'Tis many a day since she put it aside, as I well remember," +Prudence said, but with a smile, for she was +easily won over.</p> + +<p>"Truly," said Judith, with a touch of scorn, "the good +preachers are pleased to meddle with small matters when +they would tell a woman what she should wear, and order +a maiden to give up a finger ring or a bit of lace on peril +of her losing her soul. These be marvellous small deer +to be so hunted and stormed about with bell, book, and +candle. But now, good Prudence, for this one evening, I +would have you please your visitor and entertain him; +and the spaniel-gentle—that, indeed, you must take from +him——"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">130</a></span>"I cannot, dear Judith; 'twas meant for you," Prudence +exclaimed.</p> + +<p>"You cannot go back from your promise, good cousin," +Judith said, coolly, and with some slight inattention to facts. +"'Twould be unmannerly of you to refuse the gift, or to +refuse ample thanks for it either. And see you have plenty +on the board, for men like good fare along with good +company; and let there be no stint of wine or ale as they +may choose, for your brother's house, Prudence, must not +be niggard, were it only for appearance' sake."</p> + +<p>"But you will stay, dear Judith, will you not?" the +other said, anxiously. "In truth you can entertain them +all wherever you go; and always there is such heart in the +company——"</p> + +<p>"Nay, I cannot, sweet mouse," Judith said, lightly. +"There is much for me to do now in the evenings since +Susan has gone back to her own home. And now I must +go, lest your visitor arrive and find you unprepared: marry, +you must wear the cuffs as they are, since I have hindered +you in the ironing."</p> + +<p>"But you cannot go, Judith, till you have told me what +happened to-day at the cottage," the other pleaded.</p> + +<p>"What happened? Why, nothing," Judith said, brightly. +"Only that my grandmother is of a mind with myself +that a fairer-spoken young gentleman seldom comes into +these parts, and that, when he does, he should be made +welcome. Bless thy heart, hadst thou but come in and +seen how attentive the good dame was to him! And she +would press him to have some claret wine; but he said +no: perchance he guessed that good grandam had but +small store of that. Nay, but you should have come in, +sweet mouse; then would you have been conscience-smitten +about all your dark surmisings. A murderer, forsooth! a +ghost! a phantom! Why, so civil was his manner that he +but asked for a cup of water in passing, and my grandmother +must needs have him come in out of the sun, and +rest him, and have some milk. Was that like a ghost? I +warrant you there was naught of the ghost about him when +she put a solid repast before him on the table: ghosts make +no such stout attacks on gooseberry tart and cheese, else +they be sore belied."</p> + +<p>"But who and what is this man, Judith?"</p> + +<p>"Why, who can tell what any man is?" said the other. +"They all of them are puzzles, and unlike other human +creatures. But this one—well, he hath a rare store of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">131</a></span>knowledge as to what is going forward at the court—and +among the players, too; and as we sat in the <span class="err" title="original: litttle">little</span> bower +there you would have sworn you could see before you the +river Thames, with a wonderful pageant on it—dolphins, +and whales, and crowned sea-queens, and the like; and in +the midst of them all the young Prince Henry—'Long live +the young Prince Henry!' they cried; and there was such +a noise of drums and cannons and trumpets that you could +scarce hear my grandmother's bees among the flowers. I +warrant you the good dame was well repaid for her entertainment, +and right well pleased with the young gentleman. +I should not marvel to find him returning thither, +seeing that he can remain there in secrecy, and have such +gossip as pleases him."</p> + +<p>"But, Judith, you know not what you do!" her friend +protested, anxiously. "Do you forget—nay, you cannot +forget—that this was the very man the wizard prophesied +that you should meet; and, more than that, that he would +be your husband!"</p> + +<p>"My husband?" said Judith, with a flush of color, and +she laughed uneasily. "Nay, not so, good Prudence. He +is not one that is likely to choose a country wench. Nay, +nay, the juggler knave failed me—that is the truth of it; +the charm was a thing of naught; and this young gentleman, +if I met him by accident, the same might have happened +to you, as I showed you before. Marry, I should +not much crave to see him again, if anything like that +were in the wind. This is Stratford town, 'tis not the forest +of Arden; and in this neighborhood a maiden may not +go forth to seek her lover, and coax him into the wooing +of her. My father may put that into a play, but methinks +if he heard of his own daughter doing the like, the key +would quickly be turned on her. Nay, nay, good Prue, +you shall not fright me out of doing a civil kindness to a +stranger, and one that is in misfortune, by flaunting his +lovership before my eyes. There be no such thing: do +not I know the tokens? By my life, this gentleman is too +courteous to have a lover's mind within him!"</p> + +<p>"And you will go and see him again, Judith?" her friend +asked, quickly.</p> + +<p>"Nay, I said not that," Judith answered, complacently. +"'Tis not the forest of Arden; would to Heaven it were, +for life would move to a pleasanter music! I said not that +I would go forth and seek him; that were not maidenly; +and belike there would come a coil of talking among the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">132</a></span>gossips or soon or late; but at this time of the year, do +you see, sweet cousin, the country is fair to look upon, +and the air is sweeter in the meadows than it is here in +the town; and if a lone damsel, forsaken by all else, should +be straying silent and forlorn along the pathway or by the +river-side, and should encounter one that hath but lately +made her acquaintance, why should not that acquaintance +be permitted in all modesty and courtesy to ripen into +friendship? The harm, good Prue—the harm of it? Tush! +your head is filled with childish fears of the wizard; that +is the truth; and had you but come into the house to-day, +and had but five minutes' speech of the young gentleman, +you would have been as ready as any one to help in the +beguilement of the tedium of his hiding, if that be possible +to two or three silly women. And bethink you, was't not +a happy chance that I wore my new velvet cap this morning?"</p> + +<p>But she had been speaking too eagerly. This was a slip; +and instantly she added, with some touch of confusion,</p> + +<p>"I mean that I would fain have my father's friends in +London know that his family are not so far out of the +world, or out of the fashion."</p> + +<p>"Is he one of your father's friends, Judith?" Prudence +said, gravely.</p> + +<p>"He is a friend of my father's friends, at least," said she, +"and some day, I doubt not, he will himself be one of these. +Truly that will be a rare sight, some evening at New Place, +when we confront you with him, and tell him how he was +charged with being a ghost, or a pirate, or an assassin, or +something of the like."</p> + +<p>"Your fancy runs free, Judith," her friend said. "Is't +a probable thing, think you, that one that dares not come +forth into the day, that is hiding from justice, or perchance +scheming in Catholic plots, should become the friend of +your house?"</p> + +<p>"You saw him not at my grandmother's board, good +Prue," said Judith, coolly. "The young gentleman hath +the trick of making himself at home wherever he cometh, +I warrant you. And when this cloud blows away, and he +is free to come to Stratford, there is none will welcome +him more heartily than I, for methinks he holdeth Master +Benjamin Jonson in too high consideration, and I would +have him see what is thought of my father in the town, +and what his estate is, and that his family, though they +live not in London, are not wholly of Moll the milkmaid +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">133</a></span>kind. And I would have Susan come over too; and were +she to forget her preachers and her psalms for but an evening, +and were there any merriment going forward, the +young gentleman would have to keep his wits clear, I'll +be bound. There is the house, too, I would have him see; +and the silver-topped tankard with the writing on it from +my father's good friends; nay, I warrant me Julius would +not think of denying me the loan of the King's letter to +my father—were it but for an hour or two——"</p> + +<p>But here they were startled into silence by a knocking +below; then there was the sound of a man's voice in the +narrow passage.</p> + +<p>"'Tis he, sweetheart," Judith said, quickly, and she kissed +her friend, and gave a final touch to the ruff and the cap. +"Get you down and welcome him; I will go out when that +you have shut the door of the room. And be merry, good +heart, be merry—be brave and merry, as you love me."</p> + +<p>She almost thrust her out of the apartment, and listened +to hear her descend the stairs; then she waited for the +shutting of the chamber door; and finally she stole noiselessly +down into the passage, and let herself out without +waiting for the little maid Margery.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XV.</h2> + +<h3>A FIRST PERFORMANCE.</h3> + +<p>"Nay, zur," said the sour-visaged Matthew, as he leaned +his chin and both hands on the end of a rake, and spoke +in his slow-drawling, grumbling fashion—"nay, zur, this +country be no longer the country it wur; no, nor never +will be again."</p> + +<p>"Why, what ails the land?" said Judith's father, turning +from the small table in the summer-house, and lying back +in his chair, and crossing one knee over the other, as if he +would give a space to idleness.</p> + +<p>"Not the land, zur," rejoined goodman Matthew, oracularly—"not +the land; it be the men that live in it, and +that are all in such haste to make wealth, with plundering +of the poor and each other, that there's naught but lying +and cheating and roguery—God-a-mercy, there never wur +the loike in any country under the sun! Why, zur, in my +vather's time a pair o' shoes would wear you through all +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">134</a></span>weathers for a year; but now, with their half-tanned +leather, and their horse-hide, and their cat-skin for the +inner sole, 'tis a marvel if the rotten leaves come not asunder +within a month. And they be all aloike; the devil +would have no choice among 'em. The cloth-maker he +hideth his bad wool wi' liquid stuff; and the tailor, no +matter whether it be doublet, cloak, or hose, he will filch +you his quarter of the cloth ere you see it again; and the +chandler—he be no better than the rest—he will make you +his wares of stinking offal that will splutter and run over, +and do aught but give good light; and the vintner, marry, +who knoweth not his tricks and knaveries of mixing and +blending, and the selling of poison instead of honest liquor? +The rogue butcher, too, he will let the blood soak in, ay, +and puff wind into the meat—meat, quotha!—'tis as like +as not to have been found dead in a ditch!"</p> + +<p>"A bad case indeed, good Matthew, if they be all preying +on each other so."</p> + +<p>"'Tis the poor man pays for all, zur. Though how he +liveth to pay no man can tell; what with the landlords +racking the rents, and inclosing the commons and pasturages—nay, +'tis a noble pastime the making of parks and +warrens, and shutting the poor man out that used to have +his cow there and a pig or two; but no, now shall he not +let a goose stray within the fence. And what help hath +the poor man? May he go to the lawyers, with their +leases and clauses that none can understand—ay, and their +fists that must be well greased ere they set to the business? +'Tis the poor man pays for all, zur, I warrant ye; nor must +he grumble when the gentleman goes a-hunting and breaks +down his hedges and tramples his corn. Corn? 'Tis the +last thing they think of, beshrew me else! They are busiest +of all in sending our good English grain—ay, and our +good English beef and bacon and tallow—beyond the seas; +and to bring back what?—baubles of glass beads and +amber, fans for my ladies, and new toys from Turkey! +The proud dames—I would have their painted faces +scratched!"</p> + +<p>"What, what, good Matthew?" Judith's father said, +laughing. "What know you of the city ladies and their +painting?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, nay, zur, the London tricks be spread abroad, I +warrant ye; there's not a farmer's wife nowadays but must +have her french-hood, and her daughter a taffeta cap—marry, +and a grogram gown lined through with velvet. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">135</a></span>And there be other towns in the land than London to learn +the London tricks; I have heard of the dames and their +daughters; set them up with their pinching and girding +with whalebone, to get a small waist withal!—ay, and the +swallowing of ashes and candles, and whatever will spoil +their stomach, to give them a pale bleak color. Lord, +what a thing 'tis to be rich and in the fashion!—let the +poor man suffer as he may. Corn, i' faith!—there be plenty +of corn grown in the land, God wot; but 'tis main too dear +for the poor man; the rack-rents for him, and a murrain +on him; the corn for the forestallers and the merchants +and gentlemen, that send it out of the country; and back +come the silks and civets for proud madam and her painted +crew!"</p> + +<p>"God have mercy on us, man!" Judith's father exclaimed, +and he drove him aside, and got out into the sunlight. At +the same moment he caught sight of Judith herself.</p> + +<p>"Come hither, wench, come hither!" he called to her.</p> + +<p>She was nothing loath. She had merely been taking +some scraps to the Don; and seeing Matthew in possession +there, she had not even stayed to look into the summer-house. +But when her father came out and called to her, +she went quickly toward him; and her eyes were bright +enough, on this bright morning.</p> + +<p>"What would you, father?"</p> + +<p>For answer he plucked off her cap and threw it aside, +and took hold of her by a bunch of her now loosened and +short sun-brown curls.</p> + +<p>"Father!" she protested (but with no great anger). +"There be twenty minutes' work undone!"</p> + +<p>"Where bought you those roses?" said he, sternly. +"Answer me, wench!"</p> + +<p>"I bought no roses, father!"</p> + +<p>"The paint? Is't not painted? Where got you such a +face, madam?"</p> + +<p>"Father, you have undone my hair; and the parson is +coming to dinner."</p> + +<p>"Nay, I'll be sworn 'tis as honest a face as good Mother +Nature ever made. This goodman Matthew hath belied +you!"</p> + +<p>"What said he of me?" she asked, with a flash of anger +in her eyes.</p> + +<p>Her father put his hand on her neck, and led her away.</p> + +<p>"Nay, nay, come thy ways, lass; thou shalt pick me a +handful of raspberries. And as for thine hair, let that be +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">136</a></span>as God made it; 'tis even better so; and yet, methinks"—here +he stopped, and passed his hand lightly once or +twice over her head, so that any half-imprisoned curls +were set free—"methinks," said he, regarding the pretty +hair with considerable favor, "if you would as lief have +some ornament for it, I saw that in London that would answer +right well. 'Twas a net-work kind of cap; but the +netting so fine you could scarce see it; and at each point +a bead of gold. Now, Madame Vanity, what say you to +that? Would you let your hair grow free as it is now, and +let the sunlight play with it, were I to bring thee a fairy +cap all besprinkled with gold?"</p> + +<p>"I will wear it any way you wish, father, and right +gladly," said she, "and I will have no cap at all if it please +you."</p> + +<p>"Nay, but you shall have the gossamer cap, wench; I +will not forget it when next I go to London."</p> + +<p>"I would you had never to go to London again," said +she, rather timidly.</p> + +<p>He regarded her for a second with a scrutinizing look, +and there was an odd sort of smile on his face.</p> + +<p>"Why," said he, "I was but this minute writing about +a man that had to use divers arts and devices for the attainment +of a certain end—yea, and devices that all the +world would not approve of, perchance; and that was ever +promising to himself that when the end was gained he +would put aside these spells and tricks, and be content to +live as other men live, in a quiet and ordinary fashion. +Wouldst have me live ever in Stratford, good lass?"</p> + +<p>"The life of the house goes out when you go away from +us," said she, simply.</p> + +<p>"Well, Stratford is no wilderness," said he, cheerfully; +"and I have no bitter feud with mankind that I would +live apart from them. Didst ever think, wench," he added, +more absently, "how sad a man must have been ere he +could speak so:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Happy were he could finish forth his fate<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In some unhaunted desert, most obscure<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From all societies, from love and hate<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of worldly folk; then might he sleep secure;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then wake again, and ever give God praise,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Content with hips and haws and brambleberry;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In contemplation spending all his days,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And change of holy thoughts to make him merry;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where, when he dies, his tomb may be a bush,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where harmless robin dwells with gentle thrush.'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">137</a></span>"Is it that you are writing now, father?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, indeed," said he, slowly, and a cloud came over +his face. "That was written by one that was my good +friend in by-gone days; by one that was betrayed and +done to death by lying tongues, and had but sorry favor +shown him in the end by those he had served."</p> + +<p>He turned away. She thought she heard him say, "My +noble Essex," but she was mutely following him. And +then he said:</p> + +<p>"Come, lass; come pick me the berries."</p> + +<p>He kept walking up and down, by himself, while her +nimble fingers were busy with the bushes; and when she +had collected a sufficiency of the fruit, and brought it to +him, she found that he appeared to be in no hurry this +morning, but was now grown cheerful again, and rather +inclined to talk to her. And she was far from telling him +that her proper place at this moment was within-doors, to +see that the maids were getting things forward; and if she +bestowed a thought of any kind on the good parson, it +was to the effect that both he and the dinner would have +to wait. Her father had hold of her by the arm. He was +talking to her of all kinds of things, as they slowly walked +up and down the path, but of his friends in Stratford +mostly, and their various ways of living; and this she conceived +to have some reference to his project of withdrawing +altogether from London, and settling down for good +among them. Indeed, so friendly and communicative +was he on this clear morning—in truth, they were talking +like brother and sister—that when at last he went into the +summer-house, she made bold to follow; and when he +chanced to look at some sheets lying on the table, she +said:</p> + +<p>"Father, what is the story of the man with the devices?"</p> + +<p>For an instant he did not understand what she meant; +then he laughed.</p> + +<p>"Nay, pay you no heed to such things, child."</p> + +<p>"And why should not I, father, seeing that they bring +you so great honor?"</p> + +<p>"Honor, said you?" but then he seemed to check himself. +This was not Julius Shawe, to whom he could speak +freely enough about the conditions of an actor's life in +London. "Well, then, the story is of a banished duke, a +man of great wisdom and skill, and he is living on a desert +island with his daughter—a right fair maiden she is, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">138</a></span>too, and she has no other companion in the world but himself."</p> + +<p>"But he is kind to her and good?" she said, quickly.</p> + +<p>"Truly."</p> + +<p>"What other companion would she have, then? Is she +not content—ay, and right well pleased withal?"</p> + +<p>"Methinks the story would lag with but these," her +father said, with a smile. "Would you not have her furnished +with a lover—a young prince and a handsome—one +that would play chess with her, and walk with her while +her father was busy?"</p> + +<p>"But how on a desert island? How should she find +such a one?" Judith said, with her eyes all intent.</p> + +<p>"There, you see, is where the magic comes in. What if +her father have at his command a sprite, a goblin, that +can work all wonders—that can dazzle people in the dark, +and control the storm, and whistle the young prince to the +very feet of his mistress?"</p> + +<p>Judith sighed, and glanced at the sheets lying on the +table.</p> + +<p>"Alas, good father, why did you aid me in my folly, +and suffer me to grow up so ignorant?"</p> + +<p>"Folly, fond wench!" said he, and he caught her by +the shoulders and pushed her out of the summer-house. +"Thank God you have naught to do with any such stuff. +There, go you and seek out Prudence, and get you into +the fields, and give those pink roses in your cheeks an airing. +Is't not a rare morning? And you would blear +your eyes with books, silly wench? Get you gone—into the +meadows with you—and you may gather me a nosegay if +your fingers would have work."</p> + +<p>"I must go in-doors, father; good Master Blaise is +coming to dinner," said she; "but I will bring you the +nosegay in the afternoon, so please you. So fare you +well," she added; and she glanced at him, "and pray you, +sir, be kind to the young prince."</p> + +<p>He laughed and turned away; and she hurried quickly +into the house. In truth, all through that day she had +plenty to occupy her attention; but whether it was the +maids that were asking her questions, or her mother +seeking her help, or good Master Walter paying authoritative +court to her, her eyes were entirely distraught. For +they saw before them a strange island, with magic surrounding +it, and two young lovers, and a grave and elderly +man regarding them; and she grew to wonder how +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">139</a></span>much more of that story was shut up in the summer-house, +and to lament her misfortune in that she could not go +boldly to her father and ask him to be allowed to read it. +She felt quite certain that could she but sit down within +there and peruse these sheets for herself, he would not +say her nay; and from that conclusion to the next—that on +the first chances she would endeavor to borrow the sheets +and have them read to her—was but an obvious step, and +one that she had frequently taken before. Moreover, on +this occasion the chance came to her sooner than she +could have expected. Toward dusk in the evening her +father went out, saying that he was going along to see how +the Harts were doing. Matthew gardener was gone home; +the parson had left hours before; and her mother was +in the brew-house, and out of hearing. Finally, to crown +her good fortune, she discovered that the key had been +left in the door of the summer-house; and so the next +minute found her inside on her knees.</p> + +<p>It was a difficult task. There was scarcely any light, +for she dare not leave the door open; and the mark that +she put on the sheets, to know which she had carried to +Prudence, was minute. And yet the sheets seemed to +have been tossed into this receptacle in fairly regular +order; and when at length, and after much straining of +her eyes, she had got down to the marked ones, she was +rejoiced to find that there remained above these a large +bulk of unperused matter, and the question was as to +how much it would be prudent to carry off. Further, she +had to discover where there was some kind of division, so +that the story should not abruptly break off; and she had +acquired some experience in this direction. In the end, +the portion of the play that she resolved upon taking with +her was modest and small; there would be the less likelihood +of detection; and it was just possible that she +would have no opportunity of returning the sheets that +night.</p> + +<p>And then she quickly got in-doors, and put on her hood +and muffler, and slipped out into the dusk. She found +Prudence alone in the lower room, sitting sewing, the candles +on the table being already lit; and some distance off, +curled up and fast asleep on the floor, lay the little spaniel-gentle.</p> + +<p>"Dear heart," said Judith, brightly, as she glanced at +the little dog, "you have shown good sense after all; I +feared me you would fall away from my wise counsel."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">140</a></span>"My brother was well inclined to the little creature," +Prudence said, with some embarrassment.</p> + +<p>"And you had a right merry evening, I'll be bound," +Judith continued, blithely. "And was there singing?—nay, +he can sing well when he is in the mood—none better. +Did he give you</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'There is a garden in her face<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where roses and white lilies grow,'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">for Julius is more light-hearted in such matters than you +are, dear mouse. And was there any trencher business—and +wine? I warrant me Julius would not have his guest +sit dry-throated. 'Twas a merry evening, in good sooth, +sweetheart?"</p> + +<p>"<i>They</i> talked much together," Prudence said, with her +eyes cast down.</p> + +<p>"They talked? Mercy on us, were you not civil to him? +Did you not thank him prettily for the little spaniel?"</p> + +<p>"In a measure I think 'twas Julius took the little creature +from him," Prudence said, bashfully.</p> + +<p>"Beshrew me now, but you know better!—'twas given +to you, you know right well. A spaniel-gentle for your +brother! As soon would he think of a farthingale and a +petticoat! And what did he say? Had he aught special +to say to you, dear mouse?"</p> + +<p>"He would have me look at an ancient book he had, +with strange devices on the leaves," Prudence said. "Truly +'twas strange and wonderful, the ornamentation of it in +gold and colors, though I doubt me 'twas the work of +monks and priests. He would have me take it from him," +she added, with a faint blush.</p> + +<p>"And you would not, silly one?" Judith exclaimed, +angrily.</p> + +<p>"Would you have me place such Popish emblems alongside +such a book as that that Dr. Hall gave me? Dear +Judith, 'twould be a pollution and a sin!"</p> + +<p>"But you gave him thanks for the offer, then?"</p> + +<p>"Of a surety; 'twas meant in friendship."</p> + +<p>"Well, well; right glad am I to see the little beast +lying there; and methinks your gentleness hath cast a +spell o'er it already, sweetheart, or 'twould not rest so +soundly. And now, dear mouse, I have come to tax your +patience once more: see, here is part of the new play; +and we must go to your chamber, dear Prue, lest some +one come in and discover us."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">141</a></span>Prudence laughed in her quiet fashion. "I think 'tis +you that casteth spells, Judith, else I should not be aiding +thee in this perilous matter."</p> + +<p>But she took one of the candles in her hand nevertheless, +and led the way up-stairs; and then, when they had +carefully bolted the door, Judith placed the roll of sheets +on the table, and Prudence sat down to arrange and decipher +them.</p> + +<p>"But this time," Judith said, "have I less weight on my +conscience; for my father hath already told me part of the +story, and why should not I know the rest? Nay, but it +promises well, I do assure thee, sweetheart. 'Tis a rare +beginning: the desert island, and the sprite that can work +wonders, and the poor banished duke and his daughter. +Ay, and there comes a handsome young prince, too; +marry, you shall hear of marvels! For the sprite is one +that can work magic at the bidding of the duke, and be +seen like a fire in the dark, and can lead a storm whither +he lists——"</p> + +<p>"'Tis with a storm that it begins," Prudence said, for +now she had arranged the sheets.</p> + +<p>And instantly Judith was all attention. It is true, she +seemed to care little for the first scene and the squabbles +between the sailors and the gentlemen; she was anxious +to get to the enchanted island; and when at length Prudence +introduced Prospero and Miranda, Judith listened +as if a new world were being slowly opened before her. +And yet not altogether with silence, for sometimes she +would utter a few words of quick assent, or even explanation; +but always so as not to interfere with the gentle-voiced +reader. Thus it would go:</p> + +<p>"Then Prospero says to her—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8">'Be collected:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No more amazement: tell your piteous heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's no harm done.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Miranda.</i> <span style="margin-left: 5%"> Oh, woe the day!</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Prospero.</i> <span style="margin-left: 15%">No harm.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I have done nothing but in care of thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Art ignorant of what thou art, naught knowing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of whence I am, nor that I am more better<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thy no greater father.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Miranda.</i> <span style="margin-left: 15%">More to know</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did never meddle with my thoughts.'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">142</a></span>"A right dutiful daughter!" Judith would exclaim—but +as apart. "A rare good wench, I warrant; and what +a gentle father he is withal!"</p> + +<p>And then, when the banished duke had come to the end +of his story, and when he had caused slumber to fall upon +his daughter's eyes, and was about to summon Ariel, Judith +interposed to give the patient reader a rest.</p> + +<p>"And what say you, Prudence?" said she, eagerly. "Is't +not a beautiful story? Is she not a sweet and obedient +maiden, and he a right noble and gentle father? Ah, +there, now, they may talk about their masques and pageants +of the court, and gods and goddesses dressed up to +saw the air with long speeches: see you what my father +can tell you in a few words, so that you can scarcely wait, +but you must on to hear the rest. And do I hurry you, +good Prue? Will you to it again? For now the spirit is +summoned that is to work the magic."</p> + +<p>"Indeed, 'tis no heavy labor, Judith," her friend said, +with a smile. "And now here is your Ariel:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'All hail! great master! grave sir, hail! I come<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the curled clouds; to thy strong bidding task<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ariel and all his quality!'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">Then says Prospero:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">'Hast thou, spirit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Performed to point the tempest that I bade thee?<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Ariel.</i> <span style="margin-left: 10%"> +To every article.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I boarded the King's ship; now on the beak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I flamed amazement; sometimes I'd divide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And burn in many places; on the topmast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sight-outrunning were not....<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Prospero.</i> <span style="margin-left: 10%"> +My brave spirit!</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would not infect his reason?<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Ariel.</i> <span style="margin-left: 15%"> +Not a soul</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But felt a fever of the mad, and played<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then all afire with me: the King's son Ferdinand——'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"The prince, sweetheart!—the prince that is to be +brought ashore."</p> + +<p>"Doubtless, Judith,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">143</a></span><span class="i10">'The King's son Ferdinand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With hair up-staring—then like reeds, not hair—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was the first man that leaped: cried, "Hell is empty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the devils are here."<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Prospero.</i> +<span style="margin-left: 10%">Why, that's my spirit!</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But was not this nigh shore?<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Ariel.</i> +<span style="margin-left: 10%">Close by, my master.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Prospero.</i> But are they, Ariel, safe?<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Ariel.</i> +<span style="margin-left: 20%">Not a hair perished,</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">On their sustaining garments not a blemish,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But fresher than before; and, as thou badst me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The King's son have I landed by himself;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His arms in this sad knot.'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"And hath he not done well, that clever imp!" Judith +cried. "Nay, but my father shall reward him—that he +shall—'twas bravely done and well. And now to bring him +to the maiden that hath never seen a sweetheart—that comes +next, good Prue? I marvel now what she will say?"</p> + +<p>"'Tis not yet, Judith," her friend said, and she continued +the reading, while Judith sat and regarded the dusky +shadows beyond the flame of the candle as if wonder-land +were shining there. Then they arrived at Ariel's song, +"Come unto these yellow sands," and all the hushed air +around seemed filled with music; but it was distant, somehow, +so that it did not interfere with Prudence's gentle +voice.</p> + +<p>"Then says Prospero to her:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And say what thou seest yond.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Miranda.</i> +<span style="margin-left: 10%">What is't? a spirit?</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Prospero.</i> No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was in the wreck; and but he's something stained<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And strays about to find them.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Miranda.</i> +<span style="margin-left: 10%">I might call him</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A thing divine, for nothing natural<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I ever saw so noble.'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"And what says he? What thinks he of her?" Judith +said, eagerly.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">144</a></span>"Nay, first the father says—to himself, as it were</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i9">'It goes on, I see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within two days, for this.'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">And then the Prince says:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">'Most sure, the goddess<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe, my prayer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May know, if you remain upon this island;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that you will some good instruction give,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How I may bear me here; my prime request,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If you be maid or no?<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Miranda.</i> +<span style="margin-left: 10%">No wonder, sir,</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But certainly a maid.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Ferdinand.</i> +<span style="margin-left: 10%">My language! heavens!</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am the best of them that speak this speech,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were I but where 'tis spoken.'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"But would he take her away?" said Judith, quickly +(but to herself, as it were). "Nay, never so! They must +remain on the island—the two happy lovers—with Ariel to +wait on them: surely my father will so make it?"</p> + +<p>Then, as it appeared, came trouble to check the too +swift anticipations of the Prince, though Judith guessed +that the father of Miranda was but feigning in his wrath; +and when Prudence finally came to the end of such sheets +as had been brought her, and looked up, Judith's eyes +were full of confidence and pride—not only because she +was sure that the story would end happily, but also because +she would have her chosen gossip say something about +what she had read.</p> + +<p>"Well?" said she.</p> + +<p>"'Tis a marvel," Prudence said, with a kind of sigh, +"that shapes of the air can so take hold of us."</p> + +<p>Judith smiled; there was something in her manner that +Prudence did not understand.</p> + +<p>"And Master Jonson, good Prue—that they call Ben +Jonson—what of him?"</p> + +<p>"I know not what you mean, Judith."</p> + +<p>"Sure you know they make so much of him at the court, +and of his long speeches about Greece and Rome and the +like; and when one comes into the country with news of +what is going forward, by my life you'd think that Master +Jonson were the only writer in the land! What say you, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">145</a></span>good Prue: could worthy Master Jonson invent you a +scene like that?"</p> + +<p>"In truth I know not, Judith; I never read aught of +his writing."</p> + +<p>Judith took over the sheets and carefully rolled them +up.</p> + +<p>"Why," said she, "'twas my father brought him forward, +and had his first play taken in at the theatre!"</p> + +<p>"But your father and he are great friends, Judith, as I am +told; why should you speak against him?"</p> + +<p>"I speak against him?" said Judith, as she rose, and +there was an air of calm indifference on her face. "In +truth, I have naught to say against the good man. 'Tis +well that the court ladies are pleased with Demogorgons +and such idle stuff, and 'tis passing well that he knows the +trade. Now give ye good-night and sweet dreams, sweet +mouse; and good thanks, too, for the reading."</p> + +<p>But at the door below—Prudence having followed her +with the candle—she turned, and said, in a whisper:</p> + +<p>"Now tell me true, good cousin: think you my father +hath ever done better than this magic island, and the sweet +Miranda, and the rest?"</p> + +<p>"You know I am no judge of such matters, Judith," her +friend answered.</p> + +<p>"But, dear heart, were you not bewitched by it? Were +you not taken away thither? Saw you not those strange +things before your very eyes?"</p> + +<p>"In good sooth, then, Judith," said the other, with a +smile, "for the time being I knew not that I was in Stratford +town, nor in our own country of England either."</p> + +<p>Judith laughed lightly and quickly, and with a kind of +pride too. And when she got home to her own room, and +once more regarded the roll of sheets, before bestowing +them away in a secret place, there was a fine bravery of +triumph in her eyes. "Ben Jonson!" she said, but no +longer with any anger, rather with a sovereign contempt. +And then she locked up the treasure in her small cupboard +of boxes, and went down-stairs again to seek out her +mother, her heart now quite recovered from its envy, and +beating warm and equally in its disposition toward all mankind, +and her mind full of a perfect and complacent confidence. +"Ben Jonson!" she said.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XVI.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">146</a></span></h2> + +<h3>BY THE RIVER.</h3> + +<p>The next morning she was unusually demure, and yet +merry withal. In her own chamber, as she chose out a +petticoat of pale blue taffeta, and laid on the bed her +girdle of buff-colored leather, and proceeded to array herself +in these and other braveries, it was to the usual accompaniment +of thoughtless and quite inconsequent ballad-singing. +At one moment it was "Green-sleeves was +all my joy," and again "Fair, fair, and twice so fair," or +perhaps—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"An ambling nag, and a-down, a-down,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We have borne her away to Dargison."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">But when she came to take forth from the cupboard of +boxes the portion of the play she had locked up there the +night before, and when she carefully placed that in a +satchel of dark blue velvet that she had attached to the +girdle, she was silent; and when she went down-stairs +and encountered her mother, there was a kind of anxious +innocence on her face. The good parson (she explained) +had remained so late on the previous afternoon, and there +were so many things about the house she had to attend to, +that she had been unable to get out into the fields, as her +father had bade her, to bring him home some wild flowers. +Besides, as every one knew, large dogs got weak in the +hind-legs if they were kept chained up too continuously; +and it was absolutely necessary she should take Don Roderigo +out for a run with her through the meadows, if her +father would permit.</p> + +<p>"There be plenty of flowers in the garden, surely," her +mother said, who was busy with some leather hangings, +and wanted help.</p> + +<p>"But he would liefer have some of the little wildlings, +good mother," said Judith. "That I know right well; +for he is pleased to see them lying on the table before +him; and sometimes, too, he puts the names of them in +his writing."</p> + +<p>"How know you that?" was the immediate and sharp +question.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">147</a></span>"As I have heard, good mother," Judith said, with calm +equanimity.</p> + +<p>And then she went to the small mirror to see that her +gray velvet cap and starched ruff were all right.</p> + +<p>"What can your father want with wild flowers if he is +to remain the whole day at Warwick!" her mother said.</p> + +<p>"Is my father gone to Warwick?" she asked, quickly.</p> + +<p>"If he be not already set forth."</p> + +<p>She glanced at the window; there was neither horse +nor serving-men waiting there. And then she hastily went +out and through the back yard into the garden; and there, +sure enough was her father, ready booted for the road, +and giving a few parting directions to his bailiff.</p> + +<p>"Well, wench," he said, when he had finished with the +man, "what would you?"</p> + +<p>She had taken from her purse all the money she could +find there.</p> + +<p>"Good father," said she, "will you do this errand for +me at Warwick?"</p> + +<p>"More vanities?" said he. "I wonder you have no +commissioner to despatch to Spain and Flanders. What +is't, then?—a muff of satin—a gimmal ring——"</p> + +<p>"No, no, not so, father; I would have you buy for me +a clasp-knife—as good a one as the money will get; and +the cutler must engrave on the blade, or on the handle, I +care not which, a message—an inscription, as it were; 'tis +but three words—<i>For Judith's Sweetheart</i>. Could you remember +that, good father? Is't too much of a trouble?"</p> + +<p>"How now?" said he. "For whom do you wish me to +bring you such a token?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, sir," said she, demurely, "would you have me +name names? The gift of a sweetheart is a secret thing."</p> + +<p>"You are a mad wench," said he (though doubtless he +guessed for whom the knife was intended), and he called +to Matthew gardener to go round and see if Master Shawe +were not yet ready. "But now I bethink me, child, I have +a message for thee. Good Master Walter spoke to me +yesternight about what much concerns him—and you."</p> + +<p>Instantly all her gay self-confidence vanished; she became +confused, anxious, timid; and she regarded him as +if she feared what his look or manner might convey.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," she said, in rather a low voice.</p> + +<p>"Well, you know what the good man wishes," her father +said, "and he spoke fairly, and reasoneth well. Your +mother, too, would be right well pleased."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">148</a></span>"And you, sir?" she said, rather faintly.</p> + +<p>"I?" said he. "Nay, 'tis scarce a matter that I can say +aught in. 'Tis for yourself to decide, wench; but were +you inclined to favor the young parson, I should be well +pleased enough—indeed 'tis so—a good man and honest, +as I take him to be, of fair attainment, and I know of none +that bear him ill-will, or have aught to say against him. +Nay, if your heart be set that way, wench, I see no harm; +you are getting on in years to be still in the unmarried +state; and, as he himself says, there would be security in +seeing you settled in a home of your own, and your future +no longer open and undecided. Nay, nay, I see no harm. +He reasons well."</p> + +<p>"But, father, know you why he would have me become +his wife?" Judith said, with a wild feeling overcoming +her that she was drowning and must needs throw out her +hands for help. "'Tis for no matter of affection that I can +make out—or that he might not as well choose any other +in the town; but 'tis that I should help him in his work, +and—and labor in the vineyard, as he said. In truth I am +all unfit for such a task—there be many another far better +fitted than I; my mother must know that right well. There +is little that I would not do to please her; but surely we +might all of us have just as much of the good man's company +without this further bond. But what say you, father? +What is your wish?" she added, humbly. "Perchance I +could bring my mind to it if all were anxious that it should +be so."</p> + +<p>"Why, I have told thee, wench, thou must choose for +thyself. 'Twould please your mother right well, as I say; +and as for the duties of a parson's wife—nay, nay, they are +none so difficult. Have no fears on that score, good lass; +I dare be sworn you are as honest and well-minded as +most, though perchance you make less profession of it." +(The gratitude that sprang to her eyes, and shone there, in +spite of her downcast face!) "Nor must you think the +good parson has but that end in view; 'tis not in keeping +with his calling that he should talk the language of romance. +And there is more for you to think of. Even if +Master Blaise be no vehement lover, as some of the young +rattlepates might be, that is but a temporary thing; 'tis +the long years of life that weigh for the most; and all +through these you would be in an honorable station, well +thought of, and respected. Nay, there be many, I can tell +thee, lass, that might look askance now at the player's +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">149</a></span>daughter, who would be right glad to welcome the parson's +wife."</p> + +<p>"What say you, father?" said she—and she was so +startled that the blood forsook her lips for a moment. +"That—that there be those—who scorn the player's daughter—and +would favor the parson's wife?" And then she +instantly added: "I pray you, sir, did not you say that I +was to decide for myself?"</p> + +<p>"Truly, child, truly," said he, somewhat wondering at +her manner, for her face had grown quite pale.</p> + +<p>"Then I have decided, father."</p> + +<p>"And how? What answer will you have for Master +Walter?"</p> + +<p>She spoke slowly now, and with a distinctness that was +almost harsh.</p> + +<p>"This, so please you, sir—that the player's daughter +shall not, and shall never, become the parson's wife, God +helping her!"</p> + +<p>"Why, how now? what a coil is this!" he exclaimed. +"Good lass, 'twas not the parson that said aught of the +kind. Lay not that to his charge, in fair honesty."</p> + +<p>"I have decided," she said proudly and coldly. "Father, +the horses are brought round—I can hear them. You will +not forget the knife, and the message on the blade?"</p> + +<p>He looked at her, and laughed, but in a kindly way; +and he took her by the shoulder.</p> + +<p>"Nay, now, wench, thou shalt not throw over the good +man for a matter that was none of his bringing forward. +And why should you wish to have less than the respect +of all your neighbors, all and sundry, whatever be their +views? In good sooth I meant to speak for the parson, +and not to harm him; and when I have more time I +must undo the ill that I have done him. So soften your +heart, you proud one, and be thankful for the honor +he would do you; and think over it; and be civil and +grateful."</p> + +<p>"Nay, I will be civil enough to the good minister," said +she, with a return to her ordinary placid humor, "if he +speak no more of making me his wife."</p> + +<p>"He will win you yet, for as stubborn as you are," her +father said, with a smile. "He hath a rare gift of reason: +do not say nay too soon, wench, lest you have to recall +your words. Fare you well, lass, fare you well."</p> + +<p>"And forget not the knife, good father. '<i>With Judith's +Love</i>,' or '<i>For Judith's Sweetheart</i>,' or what you will." And +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">150</a></span>then she added, daringly: "'Tis for the young prince +Mamillius, if you must know, good sir."</p> + +<p>He was just going away; but this caused him to stop +for a second; and he glanced at her with a curious kind +of suspicion. But her eyes had become quite inscrutable. +Whatever of dark mischief was within them was not to be +made out but by further questioning, and for that he had +now no time. So she was left alone, mistress of the field, +and rather inclined to laugh at her own temerity; until it +occurred to her that now she could go leisurely forth for +her stroll along the banks of the Avon, taking the great +dog with her.</p> + +<p>Indeed, her anger was always short-lived. Or perhaps +it was the feeling that this danger was got rid of—that the +decision was taken, and the parson finally and altogether +left behind her—that now raised her spirits. At all events, +as she went along the thoroughfare, and cheerfully greeted +those that met her, the neighbors said 'twas little wonder +that Master William Shakespeare's second daughter put +off the choosing of a mate for herself, for that she seemed to +grow younger and more winsome every day. And she knew +all the children by name, and had a word for them—scolding +or merry, as the case might be—when that she passed +them by; and what with the clear sunlight of the morning, +and the fresher atmosphere as she got out of the town, +it seemed to herself as if all the air were filled with music.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Then sigh not so, but let them go,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And be you blithe and bonny,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">she said or sung to herself; and she had not a trace of ill-will +in her mind against the parson (although she did not +fail to recollect that she was a player's daughter); and she +was admonishing the Don to take good care of her, for +that phantom conspirators and such like evil creatures +might be about. And so she got down to the river-side; +but she did not cross; she kept along by the path that followed +the windings of the stream, between the wide meadows +and the luxurious vegetation that overhung the current.</p> + +<p>This English-looking landscape was at its fairest on this +fair morning, for some heavy rain in the night had washed +the atmosphere clear; everything seemed sharp and luminous; +and the rows of trees along the summits of the distant +and low-lying hills were almost black against the white +and blue sky. Nearer her all the foliage of the wide-branching +elms was stirring and rustling before a soft +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">151</a></span>westerly breeze; the flooded river was of a tawny brown; +while its banks were a wilderness of wild flowers between +the stems of the stunted willows—straggling rose-bushes +of white and red, tall masses of goose-grass all powdered +over with cream-white blossom, a patch of fragrant meadow-sweet +here and there, or an occasional blood-red poppy +burning among the dark, dull greens. And as for companions? +Well, she caught a glimpse of a brood of ducks +sidling along by the reeds, and tried to follow them, but +the bushes shut them out from her sight. A mare and her +foal, standing under the cool shadow of the trees, gazed +blankly at her as she passed. Further off there were some +shorn sheep in the meadows; but she could see no shepherd. +The harsh note of the corn-crake sounded somewhere +in the long grass; and the bees were busy; and now +and again a blue-backed swallow would swoop by her and +over the stream; while all around there was a smell of +clover sweetening the westerly wind. At this moment, +she convinced herself, she bore no ill-will at all against the +good parson: only that she had it in her mind that she +would be well content to remain a player's daughter. Her +condition, she imagined, was one that she did not desire to +have bettered. Why, the air that touched her cheek was +like velvet; and there could be nothing in the world fairer +than the pink and white roses bestarring the bushes there; +and the very pulse of her blood seemed to beat to an unheard +and rhythmical and subtle tune. What was it her +father had said? "I dare be sworn you are as honest and +well-minded as most, though perchance you make less +profession of it." She laughed to herself, with a kind of +pride. And she was so well content that she wished she +had little Willie Hart here, that she might put her hand on +his shoulder and pet him, and convey to him some little of +that satisfaction that reigned within her own bosom. No +matter; he should have the clasp-knife—"<i>With Judith's +Love</i>;" and right proud he would be of that, she made +sure. And so she went idly on her way, sometimes with</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Fair, fair, and twice so fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fair as any may be,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">coming uncalled for into her head; and always with an eye +to the various wild flowers, to see what kind of a nosegay +she would be able to gather on her homeward walk.</p> + +<p>But by and by her glances began to go further afield. +Master Leofric Hope, in his brief references to his own +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">152</a></span>habits and condition at the farm, had incidentally remarked +that of all his walks abroad he preferred the following of +the path by the river-side; for there he was most secure +from observation. Nay, he said that sometimes, after continued +solitude, a longing possessed him to see a town—to +see a populated place filled with a fair number of his fellow-creatures—and +that he would come within sight of +Stratford itself and have a look at the church, and the +church spire, and the thin blue smoke rising over the +houses. That, he said, was safer for him than coming over +such an exposed thoroughfare as Bardon Hill; and then +again, when he was of a mind to read—for this time he had +brought one or two books with him—he could find many +a sheltered nook by the side of the stream, where even a +passer-by would not suspect his presence. Nor could +Judith, on this fresh, warm, breezy morning, conceal from +herself the true object of her coming forth. If she had +tried to deceive herself, the contents of the blue velvet +satchel would have borne crushing testimony against her. +In truth she was now looking with some eagerness to find +whether, on such a pleasant morning, it was possible that +he could have remained within-doors, and with the very distinct +belief that sooner or later she would encounter him.</p> + +<p>Nor was she mistaken, though the manner of the meeting +was unexpected. The mastiff happened to have gone +on a yard or two in front of her, and she was paying but +little attention to the beast, when all of a sudden it +stopped, became rigid, and uttered a low growl. She +sprang forward and seized it by the collar. At the same +instant she caught sight of some one down by the water's +edge, where, but for this occurrence, he would doubtless +have escaped observation. It was Leofric Hope, without +a doubt; for now he was clambering up through the +bushes, and she saw that he had a small book in his hand.</p> + +<p>"My good fortune pursues me, fair Mistress Judith," said +he (but with a watchful eye on the dog), "that I should so +soon again have an opportunity of meeting with you. But +perchance your protector is jealous? He likes not strangers?"</p> + +<p>"A lamb, sir—a very lamb!" Judith said, and she patted +the dog and coaxed him, and got him into a more friendly—or +at least neutral and watchful—frame of mind.</p> + +<p>"I marvel not you have come forth on such a morning," +said he, regarding the fresh color in her face. "'Tis a rare +morning; and 'tis a rare chance for one that is a prisoner, +as it were, that his dungeon is not four walls, but the wide +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">153</a></span>spaces of Warwickshire. Will you go further? May I +attend you?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, sir," said she, "I but came forth to look at the +country, and see what blossoms I could carry back to my +father; I will go as far as the stile there, and rest a few +minutes, and return."</p> + +<p>"'Tis like your kindness, sweet lady, to vouchsafe me a +moment's conversation; a book is but a dull companion," +said he, as they walked along to the stile that formed part +of a boundary hedge. And when they reached it she seated +herself on the wooden bar with much content, and the +mastiff lay down, stretching out his paws, while the young +gentleman stood idly—but not carelessly—by. He seemed +more than ever anxious to interest his fair neighbor, and +so to beguile her into remaining.</p> + +<p>"A dull companion," he repeated, "it is. One would +rather hear the sound of one's voice occasionally. When +I came along here this morning I should have been right +glad even to have had a she shepherd say 'Good Morrow' +to me——"</p> + +<p>"A what, good sir?" she asked.</p> + +<p>He laughed.</p> + +<p>"Nay, 'tis a book the wits in London have much merriment +over just now—a guide-book for the use of foreigners +coming to this country—and there be plenty of them at +present, in the train of the ambassadors. Marry, the good +man's English is none of the best. '<i>For to ask the Way</i>' is +a chapter of the book; and the one traveller saith to the +other, '<i>Ask of that she shepherd</i>'—in truth the phrase hath +been caught up by the town. But the traveller is of a +pleasant and courteous turn; when that he would go to +bed, he saith to the chambermaid: 'Draw the curtains, and +pin them with a pin. My she friend, kiss me once, and I +shall sleep the better. I thank you, fair maiden.' Well, +their English may be none of the best, but they have a +royal way with them, some of those foreigners that come +to our court. When the Constable of Castile was at the +great banquet at Whitehall—doubtless you heard of it, +sweet Mistress Judith?—he rose and drank the health of +the Queen from a cup of agate of extraordinary value, all +set with diamonds and rubies, and when the King had +drank from the same cup the Constable called a servant, +and desired that the cup should be placed on his Majesty's +buffet, to remain there. Was't not a royal gift? And so +likewise he drank the health of the King from a beautiful +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">154</a></span>dragon-shaped cup of crystal all garnished with gold; but +he drank from the cover only, for the Queen, standing up, +drank the pledge from the cup itself; and then he would +have that in turn transferred to her buffet, as he had given +the other one to the King."</p> + +<p>"My father," said she, with much complacent good-nature—for +she had got into the way of talking to this young +gentleman with a marvellous absence of restraint or country +shyness, "hath a tankard of great age and value, and +on the silver top of it is a tribute engraved from many of +his friends—truly I would that you could come and see it, +good sir—and—and—my father, too, he would make you +welcome, I doubt not. And what book is it," she continued, +with a smile, "that you have for companion, seeing +that there be no she shepherd for you to converse withal?"</p> + +<p>"'Tis but a dull affair," said he, scarce looking at it, for +Judith's eyes were more attractive reading. "And yet if +the book itself be dull, there is that within its boards that +is less so. Perchance you have not heard of one Master +Browne, a young Devonshire gentleman, that hath but late +come to London, and that only for a space, as I reckon?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir," she said hesitatingly.</p> + +<p>"The young man hath made some stir with his poems," +he continued, "though there be none of them in the booksellers' +hands as yet. And as it hath been my good fortune +to see one or two of them—marry, I am no judge, but I +would call them excellent, and of much modesty and +grace—I took occasion to pencil down a few of the lines +inside the cover of this little book. May I read them to +you Mistress Judith?"</p> + +<p>"If it please you, good sir."</p> + +<p>He opened the book, and she saw that there were some +lines pencilled on the gray binding; but they must have +been familiar to him, for he scarce took his eyes from +Judith's face as he repeated them.</p> + +<p>"They are a description," said he, "of one that must +have been fair indeed:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Her cheeks, the wonder of what eye beheld,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Begot betwixt a lily and a rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In gentle rising plains divinely swelled,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where all the graces and the loves repose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nature in this piece all her works excelled,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet showed herself imperfect in the close,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For she forgot (when she so fair did raise her)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To give the world a wit might duly praise her.<br /></span> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">155</a></span><span class="i0">'When that she spoke, as at a voice from heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On her sweet words all ears and hearts attended;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When that she sung, they thought the planets seven<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By her sweet voice might well their tunes have mended;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When she did sigh, all were of joy bereaven;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And when she smiled, heaven had them all befriended:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If that her voice, sighs, smiles, so many thrilled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, had she kissed, how many had she killed!'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"'Tis a description of a lady of the court?" Judith asked +timidly.</p> + +<p>"No, by heavens," he said, with warmth; "the bonniest +of our English roses are they that grow in the country air!" +and his glance of admiration was so open and undisguised, +and the application of his words so obvious, that +her eyes fell, and in spite of herself the color mounted to +her cheeks. In her embarrassment she sought safety in +the blue velvet satchel. She had contemplated some other +way of introducing this latest writing of her father's; but +now that had all fled from her brain. She knew that the +town gentlemen were given to flattery; but then she was +not accustomed to it. And she could not but swiftly surmise +that he had written down these lines with the especial +object of addressing them to her when he should have the +chance.</p> + +<p>"Good sir," said she, endeavoring to hide this brief embarrassment +by assuming a merry air, "a fair exchange, +they say, is no robbery. Methinks you will find something +here that will outweigh good Master Browne's verses—in +bulk, if not in merit."</p> + +<p>He gazed in astonishment at the parcel of sheets she +handed to him, and he but glanced at the first page when +he exclaimed.</p> + +<p>"Why, I have heard naught of this before."</p> + +<p>"Nay, sir," said she, with a calm smile, "the infant is +but young—but a few weeks, as I take it; it hath had but +little chance of making a noise in the world as yet. Will +you say what you think of it?"</p> + +<p>But now he was busy reading. Then by and by she +recollected something of the manner in which she had +meant to introduce the play.</p> + +<p>"You see, sir, my father hath many affairs on his hands; +'tis not all his time he can give to such things. And yet +I have heard that they be well spoken of in London—if +not by the wits, perchance, or by the court ladies, at least +by the common people and the 'prentices. We in these +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">156</a></span>parts have but little skill of learning; but—but methinks +'tis a pretty story—is it not, good sir?—and perchance +as interesting as a speech from a goddess among the +clouds?"</p> + +<p>"In truth it is a rare invention," said he, but absently, +for his whole and rapt attention was fixed on the sheets.</p> + +<p>She, seeing him so absorbed, did not interfere further. +She sat still and content—perhaps with a certain sedate +triumph in her eyes. She listened to the rustling of the +elms overhead, and watched the white clouds slowly crossing +the blue, and the tawny-hued river lazily and noiselessly +stealing by below the bushes. The corn-crake was +silent now—there was not even that interruption; and +when the bell in the church tower began to toll, it was so +soft and faint and distant that she thought it most likely he +would not even hear it. And at what point was he now? +At the story of how the sweet Miranda came to grow up +in exile? Or listening to Ariel's song? Or watching the +prince approach this new wonder of the magic island? +Her eyes were full of triumph. "Ben Jonson!" she had +said.</p> + +<p>But suddenly he closed the sheets together.</p> + +<p>"It were unmannerly so to keep you waiting," said he.</p> + +<p>"Nay, heed not that, good sir," she said instantly. "I +pray you go on with the reading. How like you it? 'Tis +a pretty story, methinks; but my father hath been so busy +of late—what with acres, and tithes, and sheep, and malt +and the like—that perchance he hath not given all his +mind to it."</p> + +<p>"It is not for one such as I, fair Mistress Judith," said +he, with much modesty, "to play the critic when it is your +father's writing that comes forward. Beshrew me, there +be plenty of that trade in London, and chiefly the feeble +folk that he hath driven from our stage. No, sweet lady; +rather consider me one of those that crowd to see each +new piece of his, and are right thankful for aught he pleaseth +to give us."</p> + +<p>"Is that so?" said she; and she regarded him with +much favor, which he was not slow to perceive.</p> + +<p>"Why," said he, boldly, "what needs your father to +heed if some worshipful Master Scoloker be of opinion +that the play of the Prince Hamlet belongeth to the vulgar +sort, and that the prince was but moon-sick; or that +some one like Master Greene—God rest his soul, wherever +it be!—should call him an upstart crow, and a Johannes +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">157</a></span>factotum, and the like? 'Tis what the people of England +think that is of import; and right sure am I what +they would say—that there is no greater writer than your +father now living in the land."</p> + +<p>"Ah, think you so?" she said, quickly, and her face grew +radiant, as it were, and her eyes were filled with gratitude.</p> + +<p>"This Master Greene," he continued, "was ever jibing +at the players, as I have heard, and bidding them be more +humble, for that their labor was but mechanical, and them +attracting notice through wearing borrowed plumes. Nay, +he would have it that your father was no more than that—poor +man, he lived but a sorry life, and 'twere ill done +to cherish anger against him; but I remember to have +seen the apology that he that published the book made +thereafter to your father—in good truth it was fitting and +right that it should be printed and given to the world; +and though I forget the terms of it, 'twas in fair praise of +Master William Shakespeare's gentle demeanor, and his +uprightness of conduct, and the grace of his wit."</p> + +<p>"Could you get that for me, good sir?" said she, eagerly. +"Is't possible that I could get it?"</p> + +<p>And then she stopped in some embarrassment, for she +remembered that it was not becoming she should ask this +stranger for a gift. "Nay, sir, 'twould be of little use to +me, that have no skill of reading."</p> + +<p>"But I pray you, sweet Mistress Judith, to permit me +to bring you the book; 'twill be something, at least, for +you to keep and show to your friends——"</p> + +<p>"If I might show it to Prudence Shawe, I could return +it to you, good sir," said she. And then she added, "Not +that she—no, nor any one in Stratford town—would need +any such testimony to my father's qualities, that are +known to all."</p> + +<p>"At least they seem to have won him the love and loyalty +of his daughter," said he, gallantly; "and they know +most about a man who live nearest him. Nay, but I will +beg you to accept the book from me when I can with +safety get to London again; 'twill be a charge I am not +likely to forget. And in return, fair Mistress Judith, I +would take of you another favor and a greater."</p> + +<p>"In what manner, gentle sir?"</p> + +<p>"I have but glanced over this writing, for fear of detaining +you, and but half know the value of it," said he. +"I pray you let me have it with me to my lodging for an +hour or two, that I may do it justice. When one hath +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">158</a></span>such a chance come to him, 'tis not to be lightly treated, +and I would give time and quiet to the making out the +beauties of your father's latest work."</p> + +<p>She was at first somewhat startled by this proposal, and +almost involuntarily was for putting forth her hand to receive +the sheets again into safe-keeping; but then she +asked herself what harm there could be in acceding to his +request. She was eagerly anxious that he should understand +how her father—even amidst those multifarious occupations +that were entailed on him by his prominent +position in the town—could, when he chose, sit down and +write a tale far exceeding in beauty and interest any of +the mummeries that the court people seemed to talk +about. Why should not he have a few hours' time to +study this fragment withal? Her father had gone to Warwick +for the day. Nay, more, she had taken so small a +portion of what had been cast aside that she knew the absence +of it would not be noticed, however long it might +be kept. And then this young gentleman, who was so +civil and courteous, and who spoke so well of her father, +was alone, and to be pitied for that he had so few means +of beguiling the tedium of his hiding.</p> + +<p>"In the afternoon," said he, seeing that she hesitated, +"I could with safety leave it at your grandmother's cottage, +and then, perchance, you might send some one for it. +Nay, believe me, sweet Mistress Judith, I know the value +of that I ask; but I would fain do justice to such a treasure."</p> + +<p>"You would not fail me, sir, in leaving it at the cottage?" +said she.</p> + +<p>"You do me wrong, Mistress Judith, to doubt—in good +sooth you do. If you can find a trusty messenger——"</p> + +<p>"Nay, but I will come for it myself, good sir, and explain +to my grandmother the nature of the thing, lest she +suspect me of meddling with darker plots. Let it be so, +then, good sir, for now I must get me back to the town. +I pray you forget not to leave the package; and so—farewell!"</p> + +<p>"But my thanks to you, dear lady——"</p> + +<p>"Nay, sir," said she, with a bright look of her eyes +"bethink you you have not yet fairly made out the matter. +Tarry till you have seen whether these sheets be worth +the trouble—whether they remind you in aught of the +work of your friend Master Jonson—and then your thanks +will be welcome. Give ye good-day, gentle sir."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">159</a></span>There was no thought in her mind that she had done +anything imprudent in trusting him with this portion of +the play for the matter of an hour or two; it was but a +small equivalent, she recollected, for his promise to bring +her from London the retractation or apology of one of +those who had railed at her father, or abetted in that, and +found himself constrained by his conscience to make +amends. And now it occurred to her that it would look +ill if, having come out to gather some wild flowers for the +little table in the summer-house, she returned with empty +hands; so, as she proceeded to walk leisurely along the +winding path leading back to the town, she kept picking +here and there such blossoms as came within her reach. +If the nosegay promised to be somewhat large and straggling, +at least it would be sweet-scented, and she felt +pretty sure that her father would be well content with it. +At first she was silent, however; her wonted singing was +abandoned; perchance she was trying to recall something +of the lines that Master Leofric Hope had repeated to her +with so marked an emphasis.</p> + +<p>"And what said he of our English roses?" she asked +herself, with some faint color coming into her face at the +mere thought of it.</p> + +<p>But then she forcibly dismissed these recollections, feeling +that that was due to her own modesty, and busied herself +with her blossoms and sprays; and presently, as she +set out in good earnest for the town, she strove to convince +herself that there was nothing more serious in her brain +than the tune of "Green-sleeves:"</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Green-sleeves, now farewell, adieu;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">God I pray to prosper thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I am still thy lover true—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come once again and love me!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XVII.</h2> + +<h3>WILD WORDS.</h3> + +<p>Her light-heartedness did not last long. In the wide +clear landscape a human figure suddenly appeared, and +the briefest turn of her head showed her that Tom Quiney +was rapidly coming toward her across the fields. For a +second her heart stood still. Had he been riding home +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">160</a></span>from Ludington? Or from Bidford? Was it possible that +he had come over Bardon Hill, and from that height espied +the two down by the river? She could not even tell whether +that was possible, or what he had done with his horse, or +why he had not interfered sooner, if he was bent on interfering. +But she had an alarmed impression that this +rapid approach of his boded trouble, and she had not long +to wait before that fear was confirmed.</p> + +<p>"Judith, who is that man?" he demanded, with a fury +that was but half held in.</p> + +<p>She turned and faced him.</p> + +<p>"I knew not," she said, coldly and slowly, "that we +were on a speaking platform."</p> + +<p>"'Tis no time to bandy words," said he; and his face +was pale, for he was evidently striving to control the passion +with which his whole figure seemed to quiver from +head to heel. "Who is that man? I ask. Who is he, that +you come here to seek him, and alone?"</p> + +<p>"I know not by what right you put such questions to +me," she said; but she was somewhat frightened.</p> + +<p>"By what right? And you have no regard, then, for +your good name?"</p> + +<p>There was a flash in her eyes. She had been afraid; she +was no longer afraid.</p> + +<p>"My good name?" she repeated. "I thank God 'tis in +none of your keeping!"</p> + +<p>In his madness he caught her by the wrist.</p> + +<p>"You shall tell me——"</p> + +<p>"Unhand me, sir!" she exclaimed; and she threw off +his grasp, while her cheeks burned with humiliation.</p> + +<p>"Nay, I quarrel not with women," said he. "I crave +your pardon. But, by God, I will get to know that man's +name and purpose here if I rive it from his body!"</p> + +<p>So he strode off in the direction that Leofric Hope had +taken; and for a moment she stood quite terror-stricken +and helpless, scarcely daring to think of what might happen. +A murder on this fair morning? This young fellow, that +was quite beside himself in his passion of jealous anger, +was famed throughout the length and breadth of Warwickshire +for his wrestling prowess. And the other—would he +brook high words? These things flashed across her mind +in one bewildering instant; and in her alarm she forgot +all about her pride. She called to him,</p> + +<p>"I pray you—stay!"</p> + +<p>He turned and regarded her.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">161</a></span>"Stay," said she, with her face afire. "I—I will tell +you what I know of him—if you will have it so."</p> + +<p>He approached her with seeming reluctance, and with +anger and suspicion in his lowering look. He was silent, +too.</p> + +<p>"Indeed, there is no harm," said she (and still with her +face showing her mortification that she was thus forced to +defend herself). "'Tis a young gentleman that is in some +trouble—his lodging near Bidford is also a hiding, as it +were—and—and I know but little of him beyond his name, +and that he is familiar with many of my father's friends in +London."</p> + +<p>"And how comes it that you seek him out here alone?" +said he. "That is a becoming and maidenly thing!"</p> + +<p>"I promised you I would tell you what I know of the +young gentleman," said she, with scornful lips. "I did +not promise to stand still and suffer your insolence."</p> + +<p>"Insolence!" he exclaimed, as if her audacity bewildered +him.</p> + +<p>"How know you that I sought him out?" she said, indignantly. +"May not one walk forth of a summer morning +without being followed by suspicious eyes—I warrant +me, eyes that are only too glad to suspect! To think evil +is an easy thing, it seems, with many; I wonder, sir, you +are not ashamed."</p> + +<p>"You brave it out well," said he, sullenly; but it was +evident that her courage had impressed him, if it still left +him angered and suspicious.</p> + +<p>And then he asked:</p> + +<p>"How comes it that none of your friends or your family +know aught of this stranger?"</p> + +<p>"I marvel you should speak of my family," she retorted. +"I had thought you were inclined to remain in ignorance +of them of late. But had you asked of Prudence Shawe +she might have told you something of this young gentleman; +or had you thought fit to call in at my grandmother's +cottage, you might perchance have found him seated there, +and a welcome guest at her board. Marry, 'tis easier far +to keep aloof and to think evil, as one may see."</p> + +<p>And then she added:</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, are you satisfied? May I go home without +farther threats?"</p> + +<p>"I threatened you not, Judith," said he, rather more +humbly. "I would have my threats kept for those that +would harm you."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">162</a></span>"I know of none such," she said, distinctly. "And as +for this young gentleman—that is in misfortune—such as +might happen to any one—and not only in hiding, but having +intrusted his secret to one or two of us that pity him +and see no harm in him—I say it were a cruel and unmanly +thing to spy out his concealment, or to spread the rumor +of his being in the neighborhood."</p> + +<p>"Nay, you need not fear that of me, Judith," said he. +"Man to man is my way, when there is occasion. But can +you marvel if I would have you for your own sake avoid +any farther meetings with this stranger? If he be in hiding, +let him remain there, in God's name; I for one will +set no beagles to hunt him out. But as for you, I would +have you meddle with no such dangerous traps."</p> + +<p>"Good sir," said she, "I have my conduct in my own +keeping, and can answer to those that have the guardianship +of me."</p> + +<p>He did not reply to this rebuke. He said:</p> + +<p>"May I walk back to the town with you, Judith?"</p> + +<p>"You forget," she said, coldly, "that if we were seen together +the gossips might say I had come out hither to seek +you, and alone."</p> + +<p>But he paid no heed to this taunt.</p> + +<p>"I care not," said he, with an affectation of indifference, +"what the gossips in Stratford have to talk over. Stratford +and I are soon to part."</p> + +<p>"What say you?" said she, quickly—and they were +walking on together now, the Don leisurely following at +their heels.</p> + +<p>"Nay, 'tis nothing," said he, carelessly; "there are wider +lands beyond the seas, where a man can fight for his own +and hold it."</p> + +<p>"And you?" she said. "You have it in your mind to +leave the country?"</p> + +<p>"Marry, that have I!" said he, gayly. "My good friend +Daniel Hutt hath gotten together a rare regiment, and I +doubt not I shall be one of the captains of them ere many +years be over."</p> + +<p>Her eyes were downcast, and he could not see what impression +this piece of news had made upon her—if, indeed, +he cared to look. They walked for some time in silence.</p> + +<p>"It is no light matter," said she at length, and in rather +a low voice, "to leave one's native land."</p> + +<p>"As for that," said he, "the land will soon be not worth +the living in. Why, in former times, men spoke of the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">163</a></span>merry world of England. A merry world? I trow the canting +rogues of preachers have left but little merriment in it; +and now they would seek to have all in their power, and to +flood the land with their whining and psalm-singing, till we +shall have no England left us, but only a vast conventicle. +Think you that your father hath any sympathy with these? +I tell you no; I take it he is an Englishman, and not a +conventicle-man. 'Tis no longer the England of our forefathers +when men may neither hawk nor hunt, and women +are doomed to perdition for worshipping the false idol +starch, and the very children be called in from their games +of a Sunday afternoon. God-a-mercy, I have had enough +of Brother Patience-in-suffering, and his dominion of +grace!"</p> + +<p>This seemed to Judith a strange reason for his going +away, for he had never professed any strong bias one way +or the other in these religious dissensions; his chief concern, +like that of most of the young men in Stratford, lying +rather in the direction of butt-shooting, or wrestling, or +having a romp with some of the wenches to the tune of +"Packington's Pound."</p> + +<p>"Nay, as I hear," said he, "there be some of them in +such discontent with the King and the Parliament that +they even talk of transplanting themselves beyond seas, +like those that went to Holland: 'twere a goodly riddance +if the whole gang of the sour-faced hypocrites went, and +left to us our own England. And a fair beginning for the +new country across the Atlantic—half of them these Puritanical +rogues, with their fastings and preachments; and +the other half the constable's brats and broken men that +such as Hutt are drifting out: a right good beginning, if +they but keep from seizing each other by the throat in the +end! No matter: we should have our England purged of +the double scum!"</p> + +<p>"But," said Judith, timidly, "methought you said you +were going out with these same desperate men?"</p> + +<p>"I can take my life in my hand as well as another," said +he gloomily. And then he added: "They be none so desperate, +after all. Broken men there may be amongst them, +and many against whom fortune would seem to have a +spite; perchance their affairs may mend in the new country."</p> + +<p>"But your affairs are prosperous," Judith said—though +she never once regarded him. "Why should you link +yourself with such men as these?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">164</a></span>"One must forth to see the world," said he; and he +went on to speak in a gay and reckless fashion of the life +that lay before him, and of its possible adventures and +hazards and prizes. "And what," said he, "if one were to +have good fortune in that far country, and become rich in +land, and have good store of corn and fields of tobacco; +what if one were to come back in twenty years' time to this +same town of Stratford, and set up for the trade of gentleman?"</p> + +<p>"Twenty years?" said she, rather breathlessly. "'Tis +a long time; you will find changes."</p> + +<p>"None that would matter much, methinks," said he, indifferently.</p> + +<p>"There be those that will be sorry for your going away," +she ventured to say—and she forced herself to think only +of Prudence Shawe.</p> + +<p>"Not one that will care a cracked three-farthings!" was +the answer.</p> + +<p>"You do ill to say so—indeed you do!" said she, with just +a touch of warmth in her tone. "You have many friends; +you serve them ill to say they would not heed your going."</p> + +<p>"Friends?" said he. "Yes, they will miss me at the +shovel-board, or when there is one short at the catches."</p> + +<p>"There be others than those," said she with some little +hesitation.</p> + +<p>"Who, then?" said he.</p> + +<p>"You should know yourself," she answered. "Think +you that Prudence, for one, will be careless as to your +leaving the country?"</p> + +<p>"Prudence?" said he, and he darted a quick glance at +her. "Nay, I confess me wrong, then; for there is one +that hath a gentle heart, and is full of kindness."</p> + +<p>"Right well I know that—for who should know better +than I?" said Judith. "As true a heart as any in Christendom, +and a prize for him that wins it, I warrant you. +If it be not won already," she added, quickly. "As to +that, I know not."</p> + +<p>They were now nearing the town—they could hear the +dull sound of the mill, and before them was the church +spire among the trees, and beyond that the gray and red +huddled mass of houses, barns, and orchards.</p> + +<p>"And when think you of going?" she said, after a +while.</p> + +<p>"I know not, and I care not," said he, absently. "When +I spoke of my acquaintances being indifferent as to what +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">165</a></span>might befall me, I did them wrong, for in truth there be +none of them as indifferent as I am myself."</p> + +<p>"'Tis not a hopeful mood," said she, "to begin the making +of one's fortunes in a new country withal. I pray you, +what ails this town of Stratford, that you are not content?"</p> + +<p>"It boots not to say, since I am leaving it," he answered. +"Perchance in times to come, when I am able to return to +it, I shall be better content. And you?"</p> + +<p>"And I?" she repeated, with some surprise.</p> + +<p>"Nay, you will be content enough," said he, somewhat +bitterly. "Mother Church will have a care of you. You +will be in the fold by then. The faithful shepherd will +have a charge over you, to keep you from communication +with the children of anger and the devil, that rage without +like lions seeking to destroy."</p> + +<p>"I know not what you mean," said she, with a hot face.</p> + +<p>"Right well you know," said he, coolly; but there was +an angry resentment running through his affected disdain +as he went on: "There be those that protest, and go forth +from the Church. And there be those that protest, and +remain within, eating the fat things, and well content with +the milk and the honey, and their stores of corn and oil. +Marry, you will be well provided for—the riches of the +next world laid up in waiting for you, and a goodly share +of the things of this world to beguile the time withal. +Nay, I marvel not; 'tis the wisdom of the serpent along +with the innocence of the dove. What matters the surplice, +the cross in baptism, and the other relics of popery, +if conformity will keep the larder full? Better that than +starvation in Holland, or seeking a home beyond the Atlantic, +where, belike, the children of the devil might prove +overrude companions. I marvel not, I; 'tis a foolish bird +that forsakes a warm nest."</p> + +<p>And now she well knew against whom his bitter speech +was levelled; and some recollection of the slight he had +put upon her in the church-yard came into her mind, +with the memory that it had never been atoned for. And +she was astounded that he had the audacity to walk with +her now and here, talking as if he were the injured one. +The sudden qualm that had filled her heart when he spoke +of leaving the country was put aside; the kindly reference +to Prudence was forgotten; she only knew that this sarcasm +of his was very much out of place, and that this was +far from being the tone in which he had any right to address +her.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">166</a></span>"I know not," said she, stiffly, "what quarrel you may +have with this or that section of the Church; but it concerns +me not. I pray you attack those who are better +able to defend themselves than I am, or care to be. Methinks +your studies in that line have come somewhat +late."</p> + +<p>"'Tis no greater marvel," said he, "than that you should +have joined yourself to the assembly of the saints; it was +not always so with you."</p> + +<p>"I?" she said; but her cheeks were burning; for well +she knew that he referred to his having seen her with the +parson on that Sunday morning, and she was far too proud +to defend herself. "Heaven help me now, but I thought +I was mistress of my own actions!"</p> + +<p>"In truth you are, Mistress Judith," said he, humbly +(and this was the first time that he had ever addressed her +so, and it startled her, for it seemed to suggest a final +separation between them—something as wide and irrevocable +as that twenty years of absence beyond the seas). +And then he said, "I crave your pardon if I have said +aught to offend you; and would take my leave."</p> + +<p>"God be wi' you," said she, civilly; and then he left, +striking across the meadows toward the Bidford road, and, +as she guessed, probably going to seek his horse from +whomsoever he had left it with.</p> + +<p>And as she went on, and into the town, she was wondering +what Prudence had said to him that should so suddenly +drive him to think of quitting the country. All had +seemed going well. As for Master Leofric Hope, his +secret was safe; this late companion of hers seemed to +have forgotten him altogether in his anger against the +good parson. And then she grew to think of the far land +across the ocean, that she had heard vaguely of from <span class="err" title="original: time time">time to +time</span>; to think how twenty years could be spent there: +and what Stratford would be like when that long space +was over.</p> + +<p>"Twenty years," she said to herself, with a kind of sigh. +"There are many things will be settled, ere that time be +passed, for good or ill."</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XVIII.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">167</a></span></h2> + +<h3>A CONJECTURE.</h3> + +<p>When she got back to New Place she found the house +in considerable commotion. It appeared that the famous +divine, Master Elihu Izod, had just come into the town, +being on his way toward Leicestershire, and that he had +been brought by the gentleman whose guest he was to +pay a visit to Judith's mother. Judith had remarked ere +now that the preachers and other godly persons who thus +honored the New Place generally made their appearance +a trifling time before the hour of dinner; and now, as she +reached the house, she was not surprised to find that +Prudence had been called in to entertain the two visitors—who +were at present in the garden—while within doors +her mother and the maids were hastily making such +preparations as were possible. To this latter work she +quickly lent a helping hand; and in due course of time +the board was spread with a copious and substantial repast, +not forgetting an ample supply of wine and ale for +those that were that way inclined. Then the two gentlemen +were called in, Prudence was easily persuaded to +stay, and, after a lengthened grace, the good preacher fell +to, seasoning his food with much pious conversation.</p> + +<p>At such times Judith had abundant opportunities for +reverie, and for a general review of the situation of her +own affairs. In fact, on this occasion she seemed in a +manner to be debarred from participation in these informal +services at the very outset. Master Izod, who was +a tall, thin, dark, melancholy-visaged man—unlike his +companion, Godfrey Buller, of the Leas, near to Hinckley, +who, on the contrary, was a stout, yeoman-like person, +whose small gray absent eyes remained motionless +and vacant in the great breadth of his rubicund face—had +taken for his text, as it were, a list he had found somewhere +or other of those characters that were entitled to +command the admiration and respect of all good people. +These were: a young saint; an old martyr; a religious +soldier; a conscionable statesman; a great man courteous; +a learned man humble; a silent woman; a merry +companion without vanity; a friend not changed with +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">168</a></span>honor; a sick man cheerful; a soul departing with comfort +and assurance. And as Judith did not make bold to +claim to be any one of these—nor, indeed, to have any such +merits or excellences as would extort the approval of the +membership of the saints—she gradually fell away from +listening; and her mind was busy with other things; and +her imagination, which was vivid enough, intent upon +other scenes. One thing that had struck her the moment +she had returned was that Prudence seemed in an unusually +cheerful mood. Of course the arrival of two +visitors was an event in that quiet life of theirs; and no +doubt Prudence was glad to be appointed to entertain the +strangers—one of them, moreover, being of such great +fame. But so pleased was she, and so cheerful in her +manner, that Judith was straightway convinced there had +been no quarrel between her and Tom Quiney. Nay, +when was there time for that? He could scarcely have +seen her that morning; while the night before there had +certainly been no mention of his projected migration to +America, else Prudence would have said as much. What, +then, had so suddenly driven him to the conclusion that +England was no longer a land fit to live in? And why had +he paid Prudence such marked attention—why had he presented +her with the spaniel-gentle and offered her the emblazoned +missal—one evening, only to resolve the next +morning that he must needs leave the country? Nay, why +had he so unexpectedly broken the scornful silence with +which he had recently treated herself? He had given her +to understand that, as far as he was concerned, she did +not exist. He seemed determined to ignore her presence. +And yet she could not but remember that, if this contemptuous +silence on his part was broken by the amazement +of his seeing her in the company of a stranger, his +suspicions in that direction were very speedily disarmed. +A few words and they fled. It was his far more deadly +jealousy of the parson that remained; and was like to +remain, for she certainly would not stoop to explain that +the meeting in the church-yard was quite accidental. But +why should he trouble his head about either her or the +parson? Had he not betaken himself elsewhere—and +that with her right good-will? Nay, on his own confession +he had discovered how kind and gentle Prudence +was: there was a fit mate for him—one to temper the +wildness and hot-headedness of his youth. Judith had +never seen the sea, and therefore had never seen moonlight +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">169</a></span>on the sea; but the nearest to that she could go, in thinking +of what Prudence's nature was like, in its restful and +sweet and serious beauty, was the moonlight she had seen +on the river Avon in the calm of a summer's night, the +water unbroken by a ripple, and not a whisper among +the reeds. Could he not perceive that too, and understand?</p> + +<p>As for herself, she knew that she could at any moment +cut the knot of any complications that might arise by allowing +Master Walter to talk her over into marrying him. +Her father had assured her that the clear-headed and +energetic young parson was quite equal to that. Well, it +was about time she should abandon the frivolities and +coquetries of her youth; and her yielding would please +many good people, especially her mother and sister, and +obtain for herself a secure and established position, with +an end to all these quarrels and jealousies and uncertainties. +Moreover, there would be safety there. For, if the +truth must be told, she was becoming vaguely and uncomfortably +conscious that her relations with this young gentleman +who had come secretly into the neighborhood were +no longer what they had been at first. Their friendship +had ripened rapidly; for he was an audacious personage, +with plenty of self-assurance; and with all his professions +of modesty and deference, he seemed to know very well +that he could make his society agreeable. Then those +lines he had repeated: why, her face grew warm now as +she thought of them. She could not remember them +exactly, but she remembered their purport; and she remembered, +too, the emphasis with which he had declared +that the bonniest of our English roses were those that grew +in the country air. Now a young man cut off from his fellows +as he was might well be grateful for some little solace +of companionship, or for this or the other little bit of courtesy; +but he need not (she considered) show his gratitude just +in that way. Doubtless his flattery might mean little; the +town gentlemen, she understood, talked in that strain; and +perhaps it was only by an accident that the verses were +there in the book; but still she had the uneasy feeling +that there was something in his manner and speech that, +if encouraged, or suffered to continue without check, +might lead to embarrassment. That is to say, if she continued +to see him; and there was no need for that. She +could cut short this <span class="err" title="original: acquaintence">acquaintance</span> the moment she chose. +But on the one hand she did not wish to appear uncivil; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">170</a></span>and on the other she was anxious that he should see the +whole of this play that her father had written—thrown off, +as it were, amid the various cares and duties that occupied +his time. If Master Leofric Hope talked of Ben Jonson +when he came into the country, she would have him furnished +with something to say of her father when he returned +to town.</p> + +<p>These were idle and wandering thoughts; and in one +respect they were not quite honest. In reality she was +using them to cloak and hide, or to drive from her mind +altogether, a suspicion that had suddenly occurred to her +that morning, and that had set her brain afire in a wild +way. It was not only the tune of "Green-sleeves" that +was in her head as she set off to walk home, though she +was trying to force herself to believe that. The fact is +this: when Master Leofric Hope made the pretty speech +about the country roses, he accompanied it, as has been +said, by a glance of only too outspoken admiration; and +there was something in this look—apart from the mere +flattery of it—that puzzled her. She was confused, doubtless; +but in her confusion it occurred to her that she had +met that regard somewhere before. She had no time to +pursue this fancy further; for in order to cover her embarrassment +she had betaken herself to the sheets in her +satchel; and thereafter she was so anxious that he should +think well of the play that all her attention was fixed on +that. But after leaving him, and having had a minute or +two to think over what had happened, she recalled that +look, and wondered why there should be something +strange in it. And then a startling fancy flashed across +her mind—the wizard! Was not that the same look—of +the same black eyes—that she had encountered up at the +corner of the field above the Weir Brake?—a glance of +wondering admiration, as it were? And if these two were +one and the same man? Of course that train, being lit, +ran rapidly enough: there were all kinds of parallels—in +the elaborate courtesy, in the suave voice, in the bold and +eloquent eyes. And she had no magical theory to account +for the transformation—it did not even occur to her +that the wizard could have changed himself into a young +man—there was no dismay or panic in that direction; she +instantly took it for granted that it was the young man +who had been personating the wizard. And why?—to +what end, if this bewildering possibility were to be regarded +for an instant? The sole object of the wizard's +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">171</a></span>coming was to point out to her her future husband. And +if this young man were himself the wizard? A trick to +entrap her?</p> + +<p>Ariel himself could not have flashed from place to place +more swiftly than this wild conjecture; but the next moment +she had collected herself. Her common-sense triumphed. +She bethought her of the young man she had +just left—of his respectful manners—of the letter he had +brought for her father—of the circumstances of his hiding. +It was not possible that he had come into the neighborhood +for the <span class="err" title="original: deliberare">deliberate</span> purpose of making a jest of +her. Did he look like one that would play such a trick; +that would name himself as her future husband; that +would cozen her into meeting him? She felt ashamed of +herself for harboring such a thought for a single instant. +Her wits had gone wool-gathering! Or was it that Prudence's +fears had so far got hold of her brain that she +could not regard the young man but as something other +than an ordinary mortal? In fair justice, she would dismiss +this absurd surmise from her mind forthwith; and so +she proceeded with her gathering of the flowers; and when +she did set forth for home, she had very nearly convinced +herself that there was nothing in her head but the tune of +"Green-sleeves." Nay, she was almost inclined to be +angry with Prudence for teaching her to be so suspicious.</p> + +<p>Nevertheless, during this protracted dinner, while good +Master Izod was enlarging upon the catalogue of persons +worthy of honor and emulation, Judith was attacked once +more by the whisperings of the demon. For awhile she +fought against these, and would not admit to herself that +any further doubt remained in her mind; but when at +last, she found herself, despite herself, going back and +back to that possibility, she took heart of grace and +boldly faced it. What if it were true? Supposing him +to have adopted the disguise, and passed himself off as a +wizard, and directed her to the spot where she should +meet her future husband—what then? What ought she +to do? How ought she to regard such conduct? As an +idle frolic of youth? Or the device of one tired of the +loneliness of living at the farm, and determined at all hazards +to secure companionship? Or a darker snare still—with +what ultimate aims she could not divine? Or again +(for she was quite frank), if this were merely some one +who had seen her from afar, at church, or fair, or market, +and considered she was a good-looking maid, and wished +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">172</a></span>to have further acquaintance, and could think of no other +method than this audacious prank? She had heard of +lovers' stratagems in plenty; she knew of one or two of +such that had been resorted to in this same quiet town of +Stratford. And supposing that this last was the case, +ought she to be indignant? Should she resent his boldness +in hazarding such a stroke to win her? And then, +when it suddenly occurred to her that, in discussing this +possibility, she was calmly assuming that Master Leofric +Hope was in love with her—he never having said a word +in that direction, and being in a manner almost a stranger +to her—she told herself that no audacity on his part could +be greater than this on hers; and that the best thing she +could do would be to get rid once and forever of such unmaidenly +conjectures. No; she would go back to her +original position. The facts of the case were simple +enough. He would have brought no letter to her father +had he been bent on any such fantastic enterprise. Was +it likely he would suffer the thraldom of that farm-house, +and live away from his friends and companions, for the +mere chance of a few minutes' occasional talk with a +Stratford wench? As for the similarity between his look +and that of the wizard, the explanation lay no doubt in +her own fancy, which had been excited by Prudence's superstitious +fears. And if in his courtesy he had applied +to herself the lines written by the young Devonshire poet—well, +that was but a piece of civility and kindness, for +which she ought to be more than usually grateful, seeing +that she had not experienced too much of that species of +treatment of late from one or two of her would-be suitors.</p> + +<p>She was awakened from these dreams by the conversation +suddenly ceasing; and in its place she heard the more +solemn tones of the thanksgiving offered up by Master Izod:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"The God of glory and peace, who hath created, redeemed, +and presently fed us, be blessed forever and ever. +So be it. The God of all power, who hath called from +death that great pastor of the sheep, our Lord Jesus, comfort +and defend the flock which he hath redeemed by the +blood of the eternal testament; increase the number of +true preachers; repress the rage of obstinate tyrants; +mitigate and lighten the hearts of the ignorant; relieve +the pains of such as be afflicted, but specially of those that +suffer for the testimony of thy truth; and finally, confound +Satan by the power of our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen."</p></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">173</a></span>And then, as the travellers were continuing their journey +forthwith, they proposed to leave; and Master Buller +expressed his sorrow that Judith's father had not been at +home to have made the friendship of a man so famous as +Master Izod; and the good parson, in his turn, as they +departed, solemnly blessed the house and all that dwelt +therein, whether present or absent. As soon as they were +gone, Judith besought her mother for the key of the summer-house, +for she wished to lay on her father's table the +wild flowers she had brought; and having obtained it, she +carried Prudence with her into the garden, and there they +found themselves alone, for goodman Matthew had gone +home for his dinner.</p> + +<p>"Dear mouse," said she, quickly, "what is it hath happened +to Tom Quiney?"</p> + +<p>"I know not, Judith," the other said, in some surprise.</p> + +<p>"It is in his mind to leave the country."</p> + +<p>"I knew not that."</p> + +<p>"I dare be sworn you did not, sweetheart," said she, +"else surely you would have told me. But why? What +drives him to such a thing? His business prospers well, +as I hear them say; and yet must he forsake it for the +company of those desperate men that are going away to +fight the Indians beyond seas. Nothing will content him. +England is no longer England; Stratford is no longer +Stratford. Mercy on us, what is the meaning of it all?"</p> + +<p>"In truth I know not, Judith."</p> + +<p>Then Judith regarded her.</p> + +<p>"Good cousin, I fear me you gave him but a cold welcome +yesternight."</p> + +<p>"I welcomed him as I would welcome any of my brother's +friends," said Prudence, calmly and without embarrassment.</p> + +<p>"But you do not understand," Judith said, with a touch +of impatience. "Bless thy heart! young men are such +strange creatures; and must have all to suit their humors; +and are off and away in their peevish fits if you do not entertain +them, and cringe, and say your worship to every +sirrah of them! Oh, they be mighty men of valor in their +own esteem; and they must have us poor handmaidens do +them honor; and if all be not done to serve, 'tis boot and +spur and off to the wars with them, and many a fine tale +thereafter about the noble ladies that were kind to them +abroad. Marry! they can crow loud enough; 'tis the poor +hens that durst never utter a word; and all must give way +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">174</a></span>before his worship! What, then? What did you do? Was +not the claret to his liking? Did not your brother offer +him a pipe of Trinidado?"</p> + +<p>"Indeed, Judith, it cannot be through aught that happened +last night, if he be speaking of leaving the country," +Prudence said. "I thought he was well content, and right +friendly in his manner."</p> + +<p>"But you do not take my meaning," Judith said. "Dear +heart, bear me no ill-will; but I would have you a little +more free with your favors. You are too serious, sweet +mouse. Could you not pluck up a little of the spirit that +the pretty Rosalind showed—do you remember?—when +she was teasing Orlando in the forest? In truth these +men are fond of a varying mood; when they play with a +kitten they like to know it has claws. And again, if you +be too civil with them, they presume, and would become +the master all at once; and then must everything be done +to suit their lordships' fantasies, or else 'tis up and away +with them, as this one goes."</p> + +<p>"I pray you, Judith," her friend said, and now in great +embarrassment, "forbear to speak of such things: in truth, +my heart is not set that way. Right well I know that if +he be leaving the country, 'tis through no discontent with +me, nor that he would heed in any way how I received +him. Nay, 'tis far otherwise; it is no secret whom he +would choose for wife. If you are sorry to hear of his +going away from his home, you know that a word from +you would detain him."</p> + +<p>"Good mouse, the folly of such thoughts!" Judith exclaimed. +"Why, when he will not even give me a 'Good-day +to you, wench'!"</p> + +<p>"You best know what reasons he had for his silence, +Judith; I know not."</p> + +<p>"Reasons?" said she, with some quick color coming to +her face. "We will let that alone, good gossip. I meddle +not with any man's reasons, if he choose to be uncivil +to me; God help us, the world is wide enough for all!"</p> + +<p>"Did you not anger him, Judith, that he is going away +from his home and his friends?"</p> + +<p>"Anger him? Perchance his own suspicions have angered +him," was the answer; and then she said, in a gentler +tone: "But in truth, sweetheart, I hope he will change +his mind. Twenty years—for so he speaks—is a long +space to be away from one's native land; there would be +many changes ere he came back. Twenty years, he said."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">175</a></span>Judith rather timidly looked at her companion, but indeed +there was neither surprise nor dismay depicted on +the pale and gentle face. Her eyes were absent, it is true, +but they did not seem to crave for sympathy.</p> + +<p>"'Tis strange," said she. "He said naught of such a +scheme last night, though he and Julius spoke of this very +matter of the men who were preparing to cross the seas. +I know not what can have moved him to such a purpose."</p> + +<p>"Does he imagine, think you," said Judith, "that we +shall all be here awaiting him at the end of twenty years, +and as we are now? Or is he so sure of his own life? +They say there is great peril in the new lands they have +taken possession of beyond sea, and that there will be +many a bloody fight ere they can reap the fruit of their +labors in peace. Nay, I will confess to thee, sweet mouse, +I like not his going. Old friends are old friends, even if +they have wayward humors; and fain would I have him +remain with us here in Stratford—ay, and settled here, +moreover, with a sweet Puritan wife by his side, that at +present must keep everything hidden. Well no matter," +she continued, lightly. "I seek no secrets—except those +that be in the oaken box within here."</p> + +<p>She unlocked the door of the summer-house, and entered, +and put the flowers on the table. "Tell me, Prue," +said she, "may we venture to take some more of the play, +or must I wait till I have put back the other sheets?"</p> + +<p>"You have not put them back?"</p> + +<p>"In truth, no," said Judith, carelessly. "I lent them to +the young gentleman, Leofric Hope."</p> + +<p>"Judith!" her friend exclaimed, with frightened eyes.</p> + +<p>"What then?"</p> + +<p>"To one you know nothing of? You have parted with +these sheets—that are so valuable?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, nay, good mouse," said she; "you know the +sheets are cast away as useless. And I but lent them to +him for an hour or two to lighten the tedium of his solitude. +Nor was that all, good Prue, if I must tell thee the +truth; I would fain have him know that my father can do +something worth speaking of as well as his friend Ben +Jonson, and perchance even better; what think you?"</p> + +<p>"You have seen him again, then—this morning?"</p> + +<p>"Even so," Judith answered, calmly.</p> + +<p>"Judith, why would you run into such danger?" her +friend said, in obvious distress. "In truth I know not +what 'twill come to. And now there is this farther bond +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">176</a></span>in this secret commerce—think you that all this can +remain unknown? Your meeting with him must come to +some one's knowledge—indeed it must, sweetheart."</p> + +<p>"Nay, but this time you have hit the mark," <span class="err" title="should be: said Judith, complacently">complacently</span>. +"If you would assure yourself, good Prue, that +the young gentleman is no grisly ghost or phantom, methinks +you could not do better than ask Tom Quiney, who +saw him this very morning—and saw us speaking together, +as I guess."</p> + +<p>"He saw you!" Prudence exclaimed. "And what said +he?"</p> + +<p>"He talked large and wild for a space," said Judith, +coolly, "but soon I persuaded him there was no great +harm in the stranger gentleman. In sooth his mind was +so full of his own affairs—and so bitter against all preachers, +ministers, and pastors—and he would have it that +England was no longer fit to live in—marry, he told me so +many things in so few minutes that I have half forgotten +them!"</p> + +<p>And then it suddenly occurred to her that this fantasy +that had entered her mind in the morning, and that had +haunted her during Master Elihu Izod's discourse, would +be an excellent thing with which to frighten Prudence. +'Twas but a chimera, she assured herself; but there was +enough substance in it for that. And so, when she had +carefully arranged the flowers on the table, and cast another +longing look at the oaken chest, she locked the door +of the summer-house, and put her arm within the arm of +her friend, and led her away for a walk in the garden.</p> + +<p>"Prudence," said she, seriously, "I would have you +give me counsel. Some one hath asked me what a young +maiden should do in certain circumstances that I will put +before you; but how can I tell, how can I judge of anything, +when my head is in a whirligig of confusion with +parsons' arguments, and people leaving the country, and I +know not what else? But you, good mouse—your mind +is ever calm and equable—you can speak sweet words in +Israel—you are as Daniel that was so excellent a judge +even in his youth——"</p> + +<p>"Judith!" the other protested; but indeed Judith's eyes +were perfectly grave and apparently sincere.</p> + +<p>"Well, then, sweetheart, listen: let us say that a young +man has seen a young maiden that is not known to him +but by name—perchance at church it may have been, or as +she was walking home to her own door. And there may +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">177</a></span>be reasons why he should not go boldly to her father's +house, though he would fain do so; his fancy being taken +with her in a small measure, and he of a gentle disposition, +and ready to esteem her higher than she deserved. And +again it might be that he wished for private speech with +her—to judge of her manners and her inclinations—before +coming publicly forward to pay court to her: but alack, I +cannot tell the story as my father would; 'tis the veriest +skeleton of a story, and I fear me you will scarce understand. +But let us say that the young man is bold and ingenious, +and bethinks him of a stratagem whereby to make +acquaintance with the damsel. He writes to her as a wizard +that has important news to tell her; and begs her to +go forth and meet him; and that on a certain morning he +will be awaiting her at such and such a place. Now this +maiden that I am telling you of has no great faith in wizards, +but being curious to see the juggling, she goes forth +to meet him as he asks——"</p> + +<p>"Judith, I pray you speak plain; what is't you mean?" +Prudence exclaimed; for she had begun to suspect.</p> + +<p>"You must listen, good mouse, before you can give +judgment," said Judith, calmly; and she proceeded: +"Now you must understand that it was the young gentleman +himself whom she met, though she knew it not; for +he had dressed himself up as an ancient wizard, and he had +a solemn manner, and Latin speech, and what not. Then +says the wizard to her, 'I can show you the man that is to +be your lover and sweetheart and husband; that will win +you and wear you in the time coming; and if you would +see him, go to such and such a cross-road, and he will appear.' +Do you perceive, now, sweet mouse, that it was a +safe prophecy, seeing that he had appointed himself to be +the very one who should meet her?"</p> + +<p>Prudence had gradually slipped her arm away from that +of her friend, and now stood still, regarding her breathlessly, +while Judith, with eyes quite placid and inscrutable, +continued her story:</p> + +<p>"'Twas a noteworthy stratagem, and successful withal; +for the maiden goes to the cross-road, and there she meets +the young gentleman—now in his proper costume. But +she has no great faith in magic; she regards him not as a +ghost summoned by the wizard; she would rather see in +this meeting an ordinary accident; and the young man +being most courteous and modest and civil-spoken, they +become friends. Do you follow the story? You see, good +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">178</a></span>mouse, there is much in his condition to demand sympathy +and kindness—he being in hiding, and cut off from his +friends; and she, not being too industrious, and fond rather +of walking in the meadows and the like, meets him now +here, now there, but with no other thought than friendliness. +I pray you, bear that in mind, sweetheart; for +though I esteem her not highly, yet would I do her justice: +there was no thought in her mind but friendliness, and a +wish to be civil to one that seemed grateful for any such +communion. And then one morning something happens—beshrew +me if I can tell thee how it happened, and that +is the truth—but something happens—an idea jumps into +her head—she suspects that this young gentleman is no +other than the same who was the wizard, and that she has +been entrapped by him, and that he, having played the +wizard, would now fain play the lover——"</p> + +<p>"Judith, is't possible! is't possible!"</p> + +<p>"Hold, cousin, hold; your time is not yet. I grant you +'tis a bold conjecture, and some would say not quite seemly +and becoming to a maiden, seeing that he had never +spoken any word to her of the kind; but there it was in +her head—the suspicion that this young gentleman had +tricked her, for his own amusement, or perchance to secure +her company. Now, sweet judge in Israel, for your +judgment! And on two points, please you. First supposing +this conjecture to be false, how is she to atone to +the young gentleman? And how is she to punish herself? +And how is she to be anything but uneasy should she +chance to see him again? Nay, more, how is she to get +this evil suspicion banished from her mind, seeing that she +dare not go to him and confess, and beg him for the assurance +that he had never heard of the wizard? Then the +second point: supposing the conjecture to be true, ought +she to be very indignant? How should she demean herself? +Should she go to him and reproach him with his +treachery? She would never forgive it, dear mouse, would +she, even as a lover's stratagem?"</p> + +<p>"Judith, I cannot understand you; I cannot understand +how you can even regard such a possibility, and remain +content and smiling——"</p> + +<p>"Then I ought to be indignant? Good cousin, I but +asked for your advice," Judith said. "I must be angry; +I must fret and fume, and use hot language, and play the +tragedy part? In good sooth, when I think on't, 'twas a +piece of boldness to put himself forward as my future husband—it +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">179</a></span>was indeed—though twas cunningly contrived. +Marry, but I understand now why my goodman wizard +would take no money from me; 'twas myself that he would +have in payment of his skill; and 'gracious lady' and +'sweet lady,' these were the lures to lead me on; and his +shepherd's dial placed on the ground! Then off go beard +and cloak, and a couple of days thereafter he is a gay +young gallant; and 'sweet lady' it is again—or 'fair lady,' +was't?—'know you one Master Shakespeare in the town?' +And such modesty, and such downcast eyes, and an appeal +for one in misfortune. Heaven save us, was it not well +done? Modesty! By my life, a rare modest gentleman! +He comes down to Stratford, armed with his London +speech and his London manners, and he looks around. +Which one, then? which of all the maidens will his lordship +choose for wife? 'Oh!' saith he, 'there is Judith +Shakespeare; she will do as well as another; perchance +better, for New Place is the fairest house in the town, +and doubtless she will have a goodly marriage portion. +So now how to secure her? how to charm her away from +any clownish sweetheart she may chance to have? Easily +done, i' faith! A country wench is sure to believe in +magic; 'tis but raising my own ghost out of the ground, +and a summons to her, and I have her sure and safe, to +win and to wear, for better or worse!'" She looked at +Prudence. "Heaven's blessings on us all, good Prue, was +there ever poor maiden played such a scurril trick?"</p> + +<p>"Then your eyes are opened, Judith?" said Prudence, +eagerly; "you will have naught more to do with such a +desperate villain?"</p> + +<p>Again Judith regarded her, and laughed.</p> + +<p>"I but told a story to frighten thee, good heart," said +she. "A desperate villain? Yes, truly; but 'tis I am a +desperate villain to let such rascal suspicions possess me +for an instant. Nay, good mouse, think of it! Is't possible +that one would dare so much for so poor a prize? +That the young gentleman hath some self-assurance, I +know; and he can quickly make friends; but do you think, +if any such dark design had been his, he would have entered +my grandmother's cottage, and ate and drank there, and +promised to renew his visit? Sweet judge in Israel, your +decision on the other point, I pray you! What penance +must I do for letting such cruel thoughts stray into my +brain? How shall I purge them away? To whom must +I confess? Nay, methinks I must go to the young gentleman +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">180</a></span>himself, and say: 'Good sir, I have a friend and gossip +that is named Prudence Shawe, who hath a strange belief +in phantom-men and conspirators. I pray you pardon +me that through her my brain is somewhat distraught; and +that I had half a mind to accuse you of a plot for stealing +me away—me, who have generally this stout mastiff with +me. I speech you, sir, steal me not—nay, forgive me that +I ever dreamed of your having any such purpose. 'Tis our +rude country manners, good sir, that teach a maid to believe +a man may not speak to her without intent to marry +her. I pray you pardon me—my heart is kneeling to you, +could you but see—and give me such assurance that you +meditated no such thing as will bring me back my scattered +senses.' Were not that well done? Shall that be my penance, +good mouse?"</p> + +<p>"Dear Judith, tell me true," her friend said, almost +piteously, "do you suspect him of having played the wizard +to cheat you and entrap you?"</p> + +<p>"Good cousin," said she, in her frankest manner, "I +confess: I did suspect—for an instant. I know not what +put it into my head. But sure I am I have done him wrong—marry, +'twere no such deadly sin even had he been guilty +of such a trick; but I believe it not—nay, he is too civil +and gentle for a jest of the kind. When I see him again I +must make him amends for my evil thinking: do not I owe +him as much, good gossip?"</p> + +<p>This was all she could say at present, for Matthew +gardener here made his appearance, and that was the signal +for their withdrawing into the house. But that afternoon, +as Judith bethought her that Master Leofric Hope +would be coming to her grandmother's cottage with the +manuscript he had promised to return, she became more +and more anxious to see him again. Somehow she thought +she could more effectually drive away this disquieting surmise +if she could but look at him, and regard his manner, +and hear him speak. As it turned out, however, it was not +until somewhat late on in the evening that she found time +to seek out little Willie Hart, and propose to him that he +should walk with her as far as Shottery.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XIX.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">181</a></span></h2> + +<h3>A DAUGHTER OF ENGLAND.</h3> + +<p>"Sweetheart Willie," she said—and her hand lay lightly +on his shoulder, as they were walking through the meadows +in the quiet of this warm golden evening—"what mean +you to be when you grow up?"</p> + +<p>He thought for a second or two, and then he rather timidly +regarded her.</p> + +<p>"What would you have me to be, Cousin Judith?" he said.</p> + +<p>"Why, then," said she, "methinks I would have you be +part student and part soldier, were it possible, like the +gallant Sir Philip Sidney, that Queen Elizabeth said was +the jewel of her reign. And yet you know, sweetheart, +that we cannot all of us be of such great estate. There +be those who live at the court, and have wealth and lands, +and expeditions given them to fit out, so that they gain +fame; that is not the lot of every one, and I know not +whether it may be yours—though for brave men there is +ever a chance. But this I know I would have you ready +to do, whether you be in high position or in low, and that +is to fight for England, if needs be, and defend her, and +cherish her. Why," she said, "what would you think, now, +of one brought up by a gentle mother, one that owes his +birth and training to this good mother, and because there +is something amiss in the house, and because everything +is not to his mind, he ups and says he must go away and +forsake her? Call you that the thought of a loyal son and +one that is grateful? I call it the thought of a peevish, +froward, fractious child. Because, forsooth, this thing or +the other is not to his worship's liking, or all the company +not such as he would desire, or others of the family having +different opinions—as surely, in God's name, they have a +right to have—why, he must needs forsake the mother +that bore him, and be off and away to other countries! +Sweetheart Willie, that shall never be your mind, I charge +you. No, you shall remain faithful to your mother England, +that is a dear mother and a good mother, and hath +done well by her sons and daughters for many a hundred +years; and you shall be proud of her, and ready to fight +for her, ay, and to give your life for the love of her, if ever +the need should be!"</p> + +<p>He was a small lad, but he was sensitive and proud-spirited; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">182</a></span>and he loved dearly this Cousin Judith who had +made this appeal to him; so that for a second the blood +seemed to forsake his face.</p> + +<p>"I am too young as yet to do aught, Cousin Judith," +said he, in rather a low voice, for his breath seemed to +catch; "but—but when I am become a man I know that +there will be one that will sooner die than see any Spaniard +or Frenchman seize the country."</p> + +<p>"Bravely said, sweetheart, by my life!" she exclaimed +(and her approval was very sweet to his ears). "That is +the spirit that women's hearts love to hear of, I can tell +thee." And she stooped and kissed him in reward. "Hold +to that faith. Be not ashamed of your loyalty to your +mother England! Ashamed? Heaven's mercy! where is +there such another country to be proud of? And where +is there another mother that hath bred such a race of sons? +Why, times without number have I heard my father say +that neither Greece, nor Rome, nor Carthage, nor any of +them, were such a race of men as these in this small island, +nor had done such great things, nor earned so great a fame, +in all parts of the world and beyond the seas. And mark +you this, too: 'tis the men who are fiercest to fight with +men that are the gentlest to women; they make no slaves +of their women; they make companions of them; and in +honoring them they honor themselves, as I reckon. Why, +now, could I but remember what my father hath written +about England, 'twould stir your heart, I know; that it +would; for you are one of the true stuff, I'll be sworn; +and you will grow up to do your duty by your gracious +mother England—not to run away from her in peevish +discontent!"</p> + +<p>She cast about for some time, her memory, that she could +not replenish by any book-reading, being a large and somewhat +miscellaneous store-house.</p> + +<p>"'Twas after this fashion," said she, "if I remember +aright:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This fortress, built by Nature for herself<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Against infestion and the hand of war;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This happy breed of men, this little world,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This precious stone set in the silver sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which serves it in the office of a wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or as a moat defensive to a house,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Against the envy of less happier lands—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England!'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">183</a></span>Mark you that, sweetheart?—is't not a land worth fighting +for? Ay, and she hath had sons that could fight for her; +and she hath them yet, I dare be sworn, if the need were +to arise. And this is what you shall say, Cousin Willie, +when you are a man and grown:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Come the three corners of the world in arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And we shall shock them. Naught shall make us rue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If England to itself do rest but true!'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>These quotations were but for the instruction of this +small cousin of hers, and yet her own face was proud.</p> + +<p>"Shall I be a soldier, then, Cousin Judith?" the boy +said. "I am willing enough. I would be what you would +wish me to be; and if I went to the wars, you would never +have need to be ashamed of me."</p> + +<p>"That know I right well, sweetheart," said she, and she +patted him on the head. "But 'tis not every one's duty +to follow that calling. You must wait and judge for yourself. +But whatever chances life may bring you, this must +you ever remain, if you would have my love, sweetheart, +and that I hope you shall have always—you must remain +a good and loyal son to your mother England, one not +easily discontented with small discomforts, and sent forth +in a peevish fit. Where is there a fairer country? Marry, +I know of none. Look around—is't not a fair enough +country?"</p> + +<p>And fair indeed on this quiet evening was that wide +stretch of Warwickshire, with its hedges and green meadows, +and low-lying wooded hills bathed in the warm sunset +light. But it was the presence of Judith that made +it all magical and mystical to him. Whatever she regarded +with her clear-shining and wondrous eyes was beautiful +enough for him—while her hand lay on his shoulder or +touched his hair. He was a willing pupil. He drank in +those lessons in patriotism: what was it he would not do +for his cousin Judith? What was it he would not believe +if it were she who told him, in that strange voice of hers, +that thrilled him, and was like music to him, whether she +spoke to him in this proud, admonitory way, or was in a +teasing mood, or was gentle and affectionate toward him? +Yes, this Warwickshire landscape was fair enough, under +the calm sunset sky; but he knew not what made it all so +mystical and wonderful, and made the far golden clouds +seem as the very gateways to heaven.</p> + +<p>"Or is there one with a prouder story?" she continued. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">184</a></span>"Or a land of greater freedom? Why, look at me, now. +Here am I, a woman, easily frightened, helpless if there +were danger, not able to fight any one. Why, you yourself, +Cousin Willie, if you were to draw a dagger on me, +I declare to thee I would run and shriek and hide. Well, +look at me as I stand here: all the might and majesty of +England cannot harm me; I am free to go or to stay. +What needs one more? None durst put a hand on me. +My mind is as free as my footsteps. I may go this way +or that as I choose; and no one may command me to believe +this, that, or the other. What more? And this security—think +you it had not to be fought for?—think you +it was not worth the fighting for? Or think you we should +forget to give good thanks to the men that faced the Spaniards, +and drove them by sea and shore, and kept our England +to ourselves? Or think you we should forget our +good Queen Bess, that I warrant me had as much spirit +as they, and was as much a man as any of them?"</p> + +<p>She laughed.</p> + +<p>"Perchance you never heard, sweetheart, of the answer +that she made to the Spanish ambassador?"</p> + +<p>"No, Judith," said he, but something in her manner +told him that there had been no cowardice in that answer.</p> + +<p>"Well," she said, "I will tell thee the story of what happened +at Deptford. And now I bethink me, this must +you do, cousin Willie, when you are grown to be a man; +and whether you be soldier or sailor, or merchant, or student, +'tis most like that some day or other you will be in +London; and then must you not fail to go straightway to +Deptford to see the famous ship of Sir Francis Drake lying +there. I tell thee, 'twas a goodly thought to place it +there; that was like our brave Queen Bess; she would +have the youth of the country regard with honor the ship +that had been all round the world, and chased the Spaniards +from every sea. Nay, so bad is my memory that I +cannot recall the name of the vessel—perchance 'twas the +Judith—at least I have heard that he had one of that +name; but there it lies, to signal the glory of England +and the routing of Spain."</p> + +<p>"The Judith?" said he, with wondering eyes. "Did +he name the ship after you, cousin?"</p> + +<p>"Bless the lad! All that I'm going to tell thee happened +ere I was born."</p> + +<p>"No matter," said he, stoutly: "the first thing I will +ask to see, if ever I get to London is that very ship."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">185</a></span>"Well, then, the story," she continued, shaping the +thing in her mind (for being entirely destitute of book +learning, historical incidents were apt to assume a dramatic +form in her imagination, and also to lose literal accuracy +of outline). "You must know the Spaniards were +sore vexed because of the doings of Francis Drake in all +parts of the world, for he had plundered and harried them +and burned their ships and their towns, and made the very +name of England a terror to them. 'Tis no marvel if they +wished to get hold of him; and they declared him to be no +better than a pirate; and they would have the Queen—that +is, our last Queen—deliver him over to them that they +might do with him what they willed. Marry, 'twas a bold +demand to <span class="err" title="should be: make">made</span> of England! And the Queen, how does +she take it, think you?—how is she moved to act in such +a pass? Why, she goes down to Deptford, to this very +ship that I told thee of—she and all her nobles and ladies, +for they would see the famous ship. Then they had dinner +on board, as I have heard the story; and the Queen's +Majesty asked many particulars of his voyages from Master +Drake, and received from him certain jewels as a gift, and +was right proud to wear them. Then says she aloud to +them all: 'My lords, is this the man the Spaniards would +have me give over to them?' Right well she knew he +was the man; but that was her way, and she would call +the attention of all of them. 'Your Majesty,' they said, ''tis +no other.' Then she swore a great oath that the Queen +of England knew how to make answer to such a demand. +'Come hither, Master Drake,' says she, in a terrible voice. +'Kneel!' Then he knelt on his knee before her. 'My +lord,' says she to one of the noblemen standing by, 'your +sword!' And then, when she had the sword in her hand, +she says, in a loud voice, 'My lords, this is the man that +Spain would have us give up to her; and this is the answer +of England: Arise, Sir Francis!'—and with that she +taps him on the shoulder—which is the way of making a +knight, Cousin Willie; and I pray you may be brave and +valiant, and come to the same dignity, so that all of us +here in Stratford shall say, 'There, now, is one that knew +how to serve faithfully his fair mother England!' But +that was not all, you must know, that happened with regard +to Sir Francis Drake. For the Spanish ambassador +was wroth with the Queen; ay, and went the length even +of speaking with threats. ''Twill come to the cannon,' +says he. 'What?' says she, turning upon him. 'Your +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">186</a></span>Majesty,' says he, 'I fear me this matter will come to the +cannon.' And guess you her answer?—nay, they say she +spoke quite calmly, and regarded him from head to foot, +and that if there were anger in her heart there was none +in her voice. 'Little man, little man,' says she, 'if I hear +any more such words from thee, by God I will clap thee +straight into a dungeon!'"</p> + +<p>Judith laughed, in a proud kind of way.</p> + +<p>"That was the answer that England gave," said she, +"and that she is like to give again, if the Don or any +other of them would seek to lord it over her."</p> + +<p>Three-fourths of these details were of her own invention, or +rather—for it is scarcely fair to say that—they had +unconsciously grown up in her mind from the small seed +of the true story. But little Willie Hart had no distrust +of any legend that his cousin Judith might relate to him. +Whatever Judith said was true, and also luminous in a +strange kind of fashion; something beautiful and full of +color, to be thought over and pondered over. And now as +they walked along toward the village, idly and lazily enough—for +she had no other errand than to fetch back the manuscript +that would be lying at the cottage—his eyes were +wistful. His fancies were far away. What was it, then, +that he was to do for England—that Judith should approve +in the after-years? And for how long should he be away—in +the Spanish Main, perchance, of which he had heard many +stories, or fighting in the lowlands of Holland, or whatever +he was called to do—and what was there at the end? Well, +the end that he foresaw and desired—the reward of all his toil—was +nothing more nor less than this: that he should be +sitting once again in a pew in Stratford church, on a +quiet Sunday morning, with Judith beside him as of old, +they listening to the singing together. He did not think +of his being grown up, or that she would be other than she +was now. His mind could form no other or fairer consummation +than that—that would be for him the final good—to +come back to Stratford town to find Judith as she had +ever been to him, gentle, and kind, and soft-handed, and +ready with a smile from her beautiful and lustrous eyes.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sweetheart Willie," said she, as they were nearing +the cottages, "look at the quiet that reigns all around, +and no priests of the Inquisition to come dragging my poor +old grandmother from her knitting. What has she to do +but look after the garden, and scold the maid, and fetch +milk for the cat? And all this peace of the land that we +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">187</a></span>enjoy we may have to fight for again; and then, if the +King's Majesty calls either for men or for money, you shall +have no word but obedience. Heard you never of the +Scotch knight, Sir Patrick Spens?—that the Scotch King +would send away to Norroway at an evil time of the year? +Did he grumble? Did he say his men were ill content to +start at such a time? Nay, as I have heard, when he read +the King's letter the tears welled in his eyes; but I'll be +sworn that was for the companions he was taking with +him to face the cruel sea.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'The King's daughter from Norroway,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis we must fetch her home,'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">he says; and then they up with their sails, and set out +from the land that they never were to see more. What of +that? They were brave men; they did what was demanded +of them; though the black seas of the north were +too strong for them in the end. 'Twas a sad tale, in good +sooth:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'O lang, lang may the ladies sit,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' the fans into their hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before they see Sir Patrick Spens<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come sailing to the strand!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'And lang, lang may the maidens sit,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' their gold combs in their hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All waiting for their ain dear loves,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For them they'll see nae mair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Half owre, half owre to Aberdour,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis fifty fathoms deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there lies good Sir Patrick Spens<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' the Scots lords at his feet.'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">But what then? I tell thee, sweetheart, any maiden that +would be worth the winning would a hundred times liefer +wail for a lover that had died bravely than welcome him back +safe and sound as a coward. You shall be no coward, I warrant +me, when you are grown up to be a man; and above +all, as I say, shall you be gentle and forgiving with your +mother England, even if your own condition be not all +you wish; and none the less for that shall you be willing +to fight for her should she be in trouble. Nay, I'll answer +for thee, lad: I know thee well."</p> + +<p>"But, Judith," said he, "who are they you speak of, +that are discontented, and would go away and leave the +country?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">188</a></span></p><p>Well, it is probable she might have found some embarrassment +in answering this question (if she had been +pressed to name names) but that what she now beheld deprived +her of the power of answering altogether. She had +come over from the town with no other thought than to +pay a brief visit to her grandmother, and fetch back the +portion of the play, and she had not the slightest expectation +of encountering Master Leofric Hope. But there unmistakably +he was, though he did not see her, for he was +standing at the gate of her grandmother's cottage, and +talking to the old dame, who was on the other side. There +was no pretence of concealment. Here he was in the +public path, idly chatting, his hand resting on the gate. +And as Judith had her cousin Willie with her, her first +thought was to hurry away in any direction in order to +escape an interview; but directly she saw that this was +impossible, for her grandmother had descried her, if +Leofric Hope had not. The consequence was that, as she +went forward to the unavoidable meeting, she was not +only surprised and a trifle confused and anxious, but also +somewhat and vaguely resentful; for she had been intending, +before seeing him again, to frame in her mind certain +tests which might remove or confirm one or two suspicions +that had caused her disquietude. And now—and unfairly, +as she thought—she found herself compelled to meet him +without any such legitimate safeguard of preparation. She +had no time to reflect that it was none of his fault. Why +had not he left the play earlier? she asked herself. Why +had not he departed at once? Why, with all his professions +of secrecy, should he be standing in the open highway, +carelessly talking? And what was she to say to little +Willie Hart that would prevent his carrying back the tale +to the school and the town? When she went forward, it +was with considerable reluctance; and she had a dim, hurt +sense of having been imposed upon, or somehow or another +injured.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XX.</h2> + +<h3>VARYING MOODS.</h3> + +<p>But the strange thing was that the moment he turned +and saw her—and the moment she met the quick look of +friendliness and frank admiration that came into his face +and his eloquent dark eyes—all her misgivings, surmises, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">189</a></span>suspicions, and half-meditated safeguards instantly vanished. +She herself could not have explained it; she only +knew that, face to face with him, she had no longer any +doubt as to his honesty; and consequently that vague +sense of injury vanished also. She had been taken unawares, +but she did not mind. Everything, indeed, connected +with this young man was of a startling, unusual +character; and she was becoming familiar with that, and +less resentful at being surprised.</p> + +<p>"Ah, fair Mistress Judith," said he, "you come opportunely: +I would thank you from the heart for the gracious +company I have enjoyed this afternoon through your good-will; +in truth, I was loath to part with such sweet friends, +and perchance detained them longer than I should."</p> + +<p>"I scarce understand you, sir," said she, somewhat bewildered.</p> + +<p>"Not the visions that haunt a certain magic island?" +said he.</p> + +<p>Her face lit up.</p> + +<p>"Well, sir?" she asked, with a kind of pride; but at +this point her grandmother interposed, and insisted—somewhat +to Judith's surprise—that they should come in and +sit down, if not in the house, at least in the garden. He +seemed willing enough; for without a word he opened +the gate to let Judith pass; and then she told him who +her cousin was; and in this manner they went up to the +little arbor by the hedge.</p> + +<p>"Well, good sir, and how liked you the company?" said +she, cheerfully, when she had got within and sat down.</p> + +<p>Her grandmother had ostensibly taken to her knitting; +but she managed all the same to keep a sharp eye on the +young man; for she was curious, and wanted to know +something further of the parcel that he had left with her. +It was not merely hospitality or a freak of courtesy that +had caused her to give him this sudden invitation. Her +granddaughter Judith was a self-willed wench and mischievous; +she would keep an eye on her too; she would +learn more of this commerce between her and the young +gentleman who had apparently dropped, as it were, from +the skies. As for little Willie Hart, he remained outside, +regarding the stranger with no great good-will; but perhaps +more with wonder than with anger, for he marvelled +to hear Judith talk familiarly with this person, of whom +he had never heard a word, as though she had known him +for years.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">190</a></span>"'Tis not for one such as I," said Master Leofric Hope, +modestly—and with such a friendly regard toward Judith +that she turned away her eyes and kept looking at this +and that in the garden—"to speak of the beauties of the +work; I can but tell you of the delight I have myself experienced. +And yet how can I even do that? How can +I make you understand that—or my gratitude either, +sweet Mistress Judith—unless you know something of the +solitude of the life I am compelled to lead? You would +have yourself to live at Bassfield Farm; and watch the +monotony of the days there; and be scarcely able to pass +the time: then would you know the delight of being introduced +to this fair region that your father hath invented, +and being permitted to hear those creatures of his +imagination speak to each other. Nay, but 'tis beautiful! +I am no critical judge; but I swear 'twill charm the +town."</p> + +<p>"You think so, sir?" said she, eagerly, and for an instant +she withdrew her eyes from the contemplation of +the flowers. But immediately she altered her tone to one +of calm indifference. "My father hath many affairs to +engage him, you must understand, good sir; perchance, +now, this play is not such as he would have written had +he leisure, and—and had he been commanded by the +court, and the like. Perchance 'tis too much of the human +kind for such purposes?"</p> + +<p>"I catch not your meaning, sweet lady," said he.</p> + +<p>"I was thinking," said she, calmly, "of the masques +you told us of—at Theobald's and elsewhere—that Master +Benjamin Jonson has written, and that they all seem to +prize so highly: perchance these were of a finer stuff than +my father hath time to think of, being occupied, as it +were, with so many cares. 'Tis a rude life, having regard +to horses, and lands, and malt, and the rest; and—and +the court ladies—they would rather have the gods and +goddesses marching in procession, would they not? My +father's writing is too much of the common kind, is it not, +good sir?—'tis more for the 'prentices, one might say, and +such as these?"</p> + +<p>He glanced at her. He was not sure of her.</p> + +<p>"The King, sweet lady," said he, "is himself learned, +and would have the court familiar with the ancient +tongues; and for such pageants 'tis no wonder they employ +Master Jonson, that is a great scholar. But surely +you place not such things—that are but as toys—by the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">191</a></span>side of your father's plays, that all marvel at, and applaud, +and that have driven away all others from our stage?"</p> + +<p>"Say you so?" she answered, with the same indifferent +demeanor. "Nay, I thought that Master Scoloker—was +that his worship's name?—deemed them to be of the vulgar +sort. But perchance he was one of the learned ones. +The King, they say, is often minded to speak in the Latin. +What means he by that, good sir, think you? Hath he +not yet had time to learn our English speech?"</p> + +<p>"Wench, what would you?" her grandmother interposed, +sharply. "Nay, good sir, heed her not; her +tongue be an unruly member, and maketh sport of her, +as I think; but the wench meaneth no harm."</p> + +<p>"The King is proud of his learning, no doubt," said he; +and he would probably have gone on to deprecate any +comparison between the court masques and her father's +plays but that she saw here her opportunity, and interrupted +him.</p> + +<p>"I know it," she said, "for the letter that the King sent +to my father is writ in the Latin."</p> + +<p>"Nay, is it so?" said he.</p> + +<p>She affected not to observe his surprise.</p> + +<p>"'Twas all the same to my father," she continued, calmly, +"whether the letter was in one tongue or the other. +He hath one book now—how is it called?—'tis a marvellous +heap of old stories—the Jests——"</p> + +<p>"Not the <i>Gesta Romanorum</i>?" he said.</p> + +<p>"The same, as I think. Well, he hath one copy that is +in English, and of our own time, as I am told; but he +hath also another and a very ancient copy, that is in the +Latin tongue; and this it is—the Latin one, good sir—that +my father is fondest of; and many a piece of merriment +he will get out of it, when Julius Shawe is in the +house of an evening."</p> + +<p>"But the <i>Gesta</i> are not jests, good Mistress Judith," +said he, looking somewhat puzzled.</p> + +<p>"I know not; I but hear them laughing," said she, +placidly. "And as for the book itself, all I know of it is +the outside; but that is right strange and ancient, and +beautiful withal: the back of it white leather stamped with +curious devices; and the sides of parchment printed in +letters of red and <span class="err" title="original: biack">black</span>; and the silver clasps of it with each +a boar's head. I have heard say that that is the crest of +the Scotch knight that gave the volume to my father when +they were all at Aberdeen; 'twas when they made Laurence +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">192</a></span>Fletcher a burgess; and the knight said to my father, +'Good sir, the honor to your comrade is a general one, +but I would have you take this book in particular, in the +way of thanks and remembrance for your wit and pleasant +company'—that, or something like that, said he; and my +father is right proud of the book, that is very ancient and +precious; and often he will read out of it—though it be +in the Latin tongue. Oh, I assure you, sir," she added, +with a calm and proud air, "'tis quite the same thing to +him. If the King choose to write to him in that tongue, +well and good. Marry, now I think of it, I make no +doubt that Julius Shawe would lend me the letter, did +you care to see it."</p> + +<p>He looked up quickly and eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Goes your goodness so far, sweet Mistress Judith? +Would you do me such a favor and honor?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, young sir," the grandmother said, looking up +from her knitting, "tempt not the wench; she be too +ready to do mad things out of her own mind. And you, +grandchild, see you meddle not in your father's affairs."</p> + +<p>"Why, grandam," Judith cried, "'tis the common property +of Stratford town. Any one that goeth into Julius +Shawe's house may see it. And why Julius Shawe's +friends only? Beshrew me, there are others who have as +good a title to that letter—little as my father valueth it."</p> + +<p>"Nay, I will forego the favor," said he at once, "though +I owe you none the less thanks, dear lady, for the intention +of your kindness. In truth, I know not how to make you +sensible of what I already owe you; for, having made acquaintance +with those fair creations, how can one but long +to hear of what further befell them? My prayer would +rather go in that direction—if I might make so bold."</p> + +<p>He regarded her now with a timid look. Well, she had +not undertaken that he should see the whole of the play, +nor had she ever hinted to him of any such possibility; +but it had been in her mind, and for the life of her she +could not see any harm in this brief loan of it. Harm? +Had not even this brief portion of it caused him to think +of her father's creations as if they were of a far more marvellous +nature than the trumpery court performances that +had engrossed his talk when first she met him?</p> + +<p>"There might be some difficulty, good sir," said she, +"but methinks I could obtain for you the further portions, +if my good grandmother here would receive them and hand +them to you when occasion served."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">193</a></span>"What's that, wench?" her grandmother said, instantly.</p> + +<p>"'Tis but a book, good grandam, that I would lend Master +Hope to lighten the dulness of his life at the farm +withal: you cannot have any objection, grandmother?"</p> + +<p>"'Tis a new trade to find thee in, wench," said her grandmother. +"I'd 'a thought thou wert more like to have secret +commerce in laces and silks."</p> + +<p>"I am no pedler, good madam," said he, with a smile; +"else could I find no pleasanter way of passing the time +than in showing to you and your fair granddaughter my +store of braveries. Nay, this that I would beg of you is +but to keep the book until I have the chance to call for it; +and that is a kindness you have already shown in taking +charge of the little package I left for Mistress Judith here."</p> + +<p>"Well, well, well," said the old dame, "if 'tis anything +belonging to her father, see you bring it back, and let not +the wench get into trouble."</p> + +<p>"I think you may trust me so far, good madam," said +he, with such simplicity of courtesy and sincerity that even +the old grandmother was satisfied.</p> + +<p>In truth she had been regarding the two of them with +some sharpness during these few minutes to see if she +could detect anything in their manner that might awaken +suspicion. There was nothing. No doubt the young +gentleman regarded Judith with an undisguised wish to be +friendly with her, and say pretty things; but was that to +be wondered at? 'Twas not all the lads in Stratford that +would be so modest in showing their admiration for a winsome +lass. And this book-lending commerce was but natural +in the circumstances. She would have been well +content to hear that his affairs permitted him to leave the +neighborhood, and that would happen in good time; +meanwhile there could be no great harm in being civil to +so well-behaved a young gentleman. So now, as she had +satisfied herself that the leaving of the package meant +nothing dark or dangerous, she rose and hobbled away in +search of the little maid, to see that some ale were brought +out for the refreshment of her visitor.</p> + +<p>"Sweetheart Willie," Judith called, "what have you +there? Come hither!"</p> + +<p>Her small cousin had got hold of the cat, and was vainly +endeavoring to teach it to jump over his clasped hands. +He took it up in his arms, and brought it with him to the +arbor, though he did not look in the direction of the +strange gentleman.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">194</a></span>"We shall be setting forth for home directly," said she. +"Wilt thou not sit down and rest thee?"</p> + +<p>"'Tis no such distance, cousin," said he.</p> + +<p>He seemed unwilling to come in; he kept stroking the +cat, with his head averted. So she went out to him, and +put her arm round his neck.</p> + +<p>"This, sir," said she, "is my most constant companion, +next to Prudence Shawe; I know not to what part of all +this neighborhood we have not wandered together. And +such eyes he hath for the birds' nests; when I can see +naught but a cloud of leaves he will say, why, 'tis so and +so, or so and so; and up the tree like a squirrel, and down +again with one of the eggs, or perchance a small naked +birdling, to show me. But we always put them back, +sweetheart, do we not?—we leave no bereft families, or +sorrowing mother bird to find an empty nest. We do as +we would be done by; and 'tis no harm to them that we +should look at the pretty blue eggs, or take out one of the +small chicks with its downy feathers and its gaping bill. +And for the fishing, too—there be none cleverer at setting +a line, as I hear, or more patient in watching; but I like +not that pastime, good Cousin Willie, for or soon or late +you are certain to fall through the bushes into the river, +as happened to Dickie Page last week, and there may not +be some one there to haul you out, as they hauled out him."</p> + +<p>"And how fares he at the school?" said the young gentleman +in the arbor.</p> + +<p>"Oh, excellent well, as I am told," said she, "although +I be no judge of lessons myself. Marry, I hear good news +of his behavior; and if there be a bloody nose now and +again, why, a boy that's attacked must hold his own, and +give as good as he gets—'twere a marvel else—and 'tis no +use making furious over it, for who knows how the quarrel +began? Nay, I will give my cousin a character for being +as gentle as any, and as reasonable; and if he fought with +Master Crutchley's boy, and hit him full sore, I fear, between +the eyes—well, having heard something of the matter, +I make no doubt it served young Crutchley right, and +that elder people should have a care in condemning when +they cannot know the beginning of the quarrel. Well, +now I bethink me, sweetheart, tell me how it began, for +that I never heard. How began the quarrel?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, 'twas nothing," he said, shamefacedly.</p> + +<p>"Nothing? Nay, that I will not believe. I should not +wonder now if it were about some little wench. What? +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">195</a></span>Nay, I'll swear it now! 'Twas about the little wench that +has come to live at the Vicarage—what's her name?—Minnie, +or Winnie?"</p> + +<p>"'Twas not, then, Judith," said he. "If you must know, +I will tell you; I had liefer say naught about it. But +'twas not the first time he had said so—before all of them—that +my uncle was no better than an idle player, that +ought to be put in the stocks and whipped."</p> + +<p>"Why, now," said she, "to think that the poor lad's +nose should be set a-bleeding for nothing more than that!"</p> + +<p>"It had been said more than once, Cousin Judith; 'twas +time it should end," said he, simply.</p> + +<p>At this moment Master Leofric Hope called to him.</p> + +<p>"Come hither, my lad," said he. "I would hear how +you get on at school."</p> + +<p>The small lad turned and regarded him, but did not +budge. His demeanor was entirely changed. With Judith +he was invariably gentle, submissive, abashed: now, as he +looked at the stranger, he seemed to resent the summons.</p> + +<p>"Come hither, my lad."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, no, sir," he said; "I would as lief be +here."</p> + +<p>"Sweetheart, be these your manners?" Judith said.</p> + +<p>But the young gentleman only laughed good-naturedly.</p> + +<p>"Didst thou find any such speeches in the <i>Sententiæ +Pueriles</i>?" said he. "They were not there when I was at +school."</p> + +<p>"When go we back to Stratford, Judith?" said the boy.</p> + +<p>"Presently, presently," said she (with some vague impression +that she could not well leave until her grandmother's +guest showed signs of going also). "See, here is +my grandam coming with various things for us; and I +warrant me you shall find some gingerbread amongst +them."</p> + +<p>The old dame and the little maid now came along, bringing +with them ale and jugs and spiced bread and what not, +which were forthwith put on the small table; and though +Judith did not care to partake of these, and was rather +wishful to set out homeward again, still, in common courtesy, +she was compelled to enter the arbor and sit down. +Moreover, Master Hope seemed in no hurry to go. It was +a pleasant evening, the heat of the day being over; the +skies were clear, fair, and lambent with the declining golden +light: why should one hasten away from this quiet +bower, in the sweet serenity and silence, with the perfume +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">196</a></span>of roses all around, and scarce a breath of air to stir the +leaves? He but played with this slight refection; nevertheless, +it was a kind of excuse for the starting of fresh +talk; and his talk was interesting and animated. Then he +had discovered a sure and easy way of pleasing Judith, +and instantly gaining her attention. When he spoke of +the doings in London, her father was no longer left out +of these: nay, on the contrary, he became a central figure; +and she learned more now of the Globe and Blackfriars +theatres than ever she had heard in her life before. Nor +did she fail to lead him on with questions. Which of her +father's friends were most constant attendants at the theatre? +Doubtless they had chairs set for them on the stage? +Was there any one that her father singled out for especial +favor? When they went to the tavern in the evening, +what place had her father at the board? Did any of the +young lords go with them? How late sat they? Did her +father outshine them all with his wit and merriment, or +did he sit quiet and amused?—for sometimes it was the +one and sometimes the other with him here in Stratford. +Did they in London know that he had such a goodly house, +and rich lands, and horses? And was there good cooking +at the tavern—Portugal dishes and the like? Or perchance +(she asked, with an inquiring look from the beautiful, +clear eyes) it was rather poor? And the napery, now: it +was not always of the cleanest? And instead of neat-handed +maids, rude serving-men, tapsters, drawers, and so +forth? And the ale—she could be sworn 'twas no better +than the Warwickshire ale; no, nor was the claret likely +to be better than that brought into the country for the +gentlefolk by such noted vintners as Quiney. Her father's +lodging—that he said was well enough, as he said everything +was well enough, for she had never known him utter +a word of discontent with anything that happened to him—perchance +'twas none of the cleanliest? for she had +heard that the London housewives were mostly slovens, +and would close you doors and windows against the air, +so that a countryman going to that town was like to be +sickened. And her father—did he ever speak of his family +when he was in London? Did they know he had belongings? +Nay, she was certain he must have talked to his +friends and familiars of little Bess Hall, for how could he +help that?</p> + +<p>"You forget, sweet Mistress Judith," said he, in his +pleasant way, "that I have not the honor of your father's +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">197</a></span>friendship, nor of his acquaintance even, and what I have +told you is all of hearsay, save with regard to the theatre, +where I have seen him often. And that is the general +consent: that this one may have more learning, and that +one more sharpness of retort, but that in these encounters +he hath a grace and a brilliancy far outvying them all, and, +moreover, with such a gentleness as earns him the general +good-will. Such is the report of him; I would it had been +in my power to speak from my own experience."</p> + +<p>"But that time will come, good sir," said she, "and soon, +I trust."</p> + +<p>"In the mean while," said he, "bethink you what a +favor it is that I should be permitted to come into communion +with those fair creations of his fancy; and I would +remind you once more of your promise, sweet Mistress +Judith; and would beseech your good grandmother to take +charge of anything you may leave for me. Nay, 'twill be +for no longer than an hour or two that I would detain it; +but that brief time I would have free from distractions, so +that the mind may dwell on the picture. Do I make too +bold, sweet lady? Or does your friendship go so far?"</p> + +<p>"In truth, sir," she answered, readily, "if I can I will +bring you the rest of the play—but perchance in portions, +as the occasion serves; 'twere no great harm should you +carry away with you some memory of the Duke and his +fair daughter on the island."</p> + +<p>"The time will pass slowly until I hear more of them," +said he.</p> + +<p>"And meanwhile, good grandmother," said she, "if you +will tell me where I may find the little package, methinks +I must be going."</p> + +<p>At this he rose.</p> + +<p>"I beseech your pardon if I have detained you, sweet +lady," said he, with much courtesy.</p> + +<p>"Nay, sir, I am indebted to you for welcome news," she +answered, "and I would I had longer opportunity of hearing. +And what said you—that he outshone them all?—that +it was the general consent?"</p> + +<p>"Can you doubt it?" he said, gallantly.</p> + +<p>"Nay, sir, we of his own household—and his friends in +Stratford—we know and see what my father is: so well +esteemed, in truth, as Julius Shawe saith, that there is not +a man in Warwickshire would cheat him in the selling of +a horse, which they are not slow to do, as I hear, with +others. But I knew not he had won so wide and general +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">198</a></span>a report in London, where they might know him not so +well as we."</p> + +<p>"Let me assure you of that, dear lady," he said, "and +also that I will not forget to bring or send you the printed +tribute to his good qualities that I spoke of, when that I +may with safety go to London. 'Tis but a trifle; but it +may interest his family; marry, I wonder he hath not himself +spoken of it to you."</p> + +<p>"He speak of it!" said she, regarding him with some +surprise, as if he ought to have known better. "We scarce +know aught of what happeneth to him in London. When +he comes home to Warwickshire it would seem as if he had +forgotten London and all its affairs, and left them behind +for good."</p> + +<p>"Left them behind for good, say you, wench?" the +old dame grumbled, mostly to herself, as she preceded +them down the path. "I would your father had so much +sense. What hath he to gain more among the players and +dicers and tavern brawlers and that idle crew? Let him +bide at home, among respectable folk. Hath he not enough +of gear gathered round him, eh? It be high time he slipped +loose from those mummers that play to please the cut-purses +and their trulls in London. Hath he not enough +of gear?"</p> + +<p>"What say you, grandmother? You would have my +father come away from London and live always in Warwickshire? +Well, now, that is nearer than you think, or +my guesses are wrong."</p> + +<p>But her grandmother had gone into the cottage; and +presently she returned with the little package. Then +there was a general leave-taking at the gate; and Leofric +Hope, after many expressions of his thanks and good-will, +set out on his own way, Judith and her cousin taking the +path through the meadows.</p> + +<p>For some time they walked in silence; then, as soon as +the stranger was out of ear-shot, the lad looked up and +said,</p> + +<p>"Who is that, Judith?"</p> + +<p>"Why," said she, lightly, "I scarcely know myself; but +that he is in misfortune and hiding, and that he knoweth +certain of my father's friends, and that he seems pleased +to have a few words with one or other of us to cheer his +solitude. You would not begrudge so much, sweetheart? +Nay, there is more than that I would have you do: his +safety depends on there being no talk about him in the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">199</a></span>town; and I know you can keep a secret, Cousin Willie; +so you must not say a word to any one—whether at school, +or at home, or at New Place—of your having seen him. +You will do as much for my sake, sweetheart?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; but why for your sake, cousin?" said the boy, +looking up. "Why should you concern yourself?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, call it for anybody's sake, then," said she. "But +I would not have him betrayed by any one that I had +aught to do with—and least of all by you, sweetheart, that +I expect to show nothing but fair and manly parts. Nay, +I trust you. You will not blab."</p> + +<p>And then, as they walked on, it occurred to her that +this young gentleman's secret—if he wished it kept—was +becoming somewhat widely extended in his neighborhood. +In her own small circle how many already knew of his +presence?—her grandmother, Prudence Shawe, herself, +Tom Quiney, and now this little Willie Hart. And she +could not but remember that not much more than half an +hour ago she had seen him at the garden gate, carelessly +chatting, and apparently not heeding in the least what +passers-by might observe him. But that was always the +way: when she left him, when she was with her own +thoughts, curious surmises would cross her mind; whereas, +when she met him, these were at once discarded. And +so she took to arguing with herself as to why she should +be so given to do this young man injustice in his absence, +when every time she encountered him face to face she +was more than ever convinced of his honesty. Fascination? +Well, she liked to hear of London town and the +goings on there; and this evening she had been particularly +interested in hearing about the Globe Theatre, and the +spectators, and the tavern to which her father and his +friends repaired for their supper; but surely that would +not blind her if she had any reason to think that the young +man was other than he represented? And then, again, +this evening he had been markedly deferential. There +was nothing in his manner of that somewhat too open +gallantry he had displayed in the morning when he made +his speech about the English roses. Had she not wronged +him, then, in imagining even for a moment that he had +played a trick upon her in order to make her acquaintance? +It is true, she had forgotten to make special remark of his +eyes, as to whether they were like those of the wizard; for +indeed the suspicion had gone clean out of her mind. But +now she tried to recall them; and she could not fairly say +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">200</a></span>to herself that there was a resemblance. Nay, the wizard +was a solemn person, who seemed to rebuke her light-heartedness; +he spoke gravely and slow; whereas this +young man, as any one could see, had a touch of merriment +in his eye that was ready to declare itself on further +acquaintance, only that his deference kept him subdued, +while his talk was light and animated and rapid. No, she +would absolve him from this suspicion; and soon, indeed, +as she guessed, he would absolve himself by removing +from the neighborhood, and probably she would hear no +more of him, unless, perchance, he should remember to +send her that piece of print concerning her father.</p> + +<p>And then her thoughts went far afield. She had heard +much of London that evening; and London, in her mind, +was chiefly associated with her father's plays, or such as +she knew of them; and these again were represented to +her by a succession of figures, whose words she thought +of, whose faces she saw, when, as now, her fancies were +distant. And she was more silent than usual as they went +on their way across the meadows, and scarce addressed a +word to her companion; insomuch that at last he looked +up into her face, and said,</p> + +<p>"Judith, why are you so sad this evening?"</p> + +<p>"Sad, sweetheart? Surely no," she answered; and she +put her hand on his head. "What makes thee think so?"</p> + +<p>"Did Dame Hathaway speak harshly to you?" said he. +"Methought I heard her say something. Another time I +will bid her hold her peace."</p> + +<p>"Nay, nay, not so," said she; and as they were now +come to a stile, she paused there, and drew the boy toward +her.</p> + +<p>Not that she was tired; but the evening was so quiet +and still, and the whole world seemed falling into a gentle +repose. There was not a sound near them; the earth was +hushed as it, sank to sleep; far away they could hear the +voices of children going home with their parents, or the +distant barking of a dog. It was late, and yet the skies +seemed full of light, and all the objects around them were +strangely distinct and vivid. Behind them, the northwestern +heavens were of a pale luminous gold; overhead and +in front of them, the great vault was of a beautiful lilac-gray, +deepening to blue in the sombre east; and into this +lambent twilight the great black elms rose in heavy masses. +The wide meadows still caught some of the dying radiance; +and there was a touch of it on the westward-looking gables +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">201</a></span>of one or two cottages; and then through this softened +glow there came a small keen ray of lemon yellow—a light +in one of the far-off windows that burned there like a star. +So hushed this night was, and so calm and beautiful, that +a kind of wistfulness fell over her mind—scarcely sadness, +as the boy had imagined—but a dull longing for sympathy, +and some vague wonder as to what her life might be in the +years to come.</p> + +<p>"Why, sweetheart," said she, absently, and her hand lay +affectionately on his shoulder, "as we came along here this +evening we were speaking of all that was to happen to you +in after-life; and do you never think you would like to +have the picture unrolled now, and see for yourself, and +have assurance? Does not the mystery make you impatient, +or restless, or sad—so that you would fain have the +years go by quick, and get to the end? Nay, I trow not; +the day and the hour are sufficient for thee; and 'tis better +so. Keep as thou art, sweetheart, and pay no heed to what +may hereafter happen to thee."</p> + +<p>"What is't that troubles you, Judith?" said he, with an +instinctive sympathy, for there was more in her voice than +in her words.</p> + +<p>"Why, I know not myself," said she, slowly, and with +her eyes fixed vacantly on the darkening landscape. +"Nothing, as I reckon. 'Tis but beating one's wings +against the invisible to seek to know even to-morrow. And +in the further years some will have gone away from Stratford, +and some to far countries, and some will be married, +and some grown old; but to all the end will be the same; +and I dare say now that, hundreds of years hence, other +people will be coming to Stratford, and they will go into +the church-yard there, and walk about and look at the +names—that is, of you and me and all the rest of us—and +they will say, 'Poor things, they vexed themselves about +very small matters while they were alive, but they are all +at peace at last.'"</p> + +<p>"But what is it that troubles you, Judith?" said he; for +this was an unusual mood with her, who generally was so +thoughtless and merry and high-hearted.</p> + +<p>"Why, nothing, sweetheart, nothing," said she, seeming +to rouse herself. "'Tis the quiet of the night that is so +strange, and the darkness coming. Or will there be moonlight? +In truth, there must be, and getting near to the +full, as I reckon. A night for Jessica! Heard you ever +of her sweetheart?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">202</a></span>"No, Judith."</p> + +<p>"Well, she was a fair maiden that lived long ago, somewhere +in Italy, as I think. And she ran away with her +lover, and was married to him, and was very happy; and +all that is now known of her is connected with music and +moonlight and an evening such as this. Is not that a fair +life to lead after death: to be in all men's thoughts always +as a happy bride, on such a still night as this is now? And +would you know how her lover spoke to her?—this is what +he says:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Creep to our ears; soft stillness and the night<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Become the touches of sweet harmony.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sit, Jessica: Look, how the floor of heaven<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in his motion like an angel sings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such harmony is in immortal souls;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come, ho, and wake Diana with a hymn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And draw her home with music.'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">Is not that a gentle speech? And so shall you speak to +your bride, sweetheart, in the years to come, when you +have wooed her and won her. And then you will tell her +that if she loves you not—ay, and if she loves you not dearly +and well—then is she not like one that you knew long +ago, and that was your cousin, and her name was Judith +Shakespeare. Come, sweetheart," said she, and she rose +from the stile and took his hand in hers. "Shall I draw +thee home? But not with sweet music, for I have not +Susan's voice. I would I had, for thy sake."</p> + +<p>"You have the prettiest voice in the whole world, Cousin +Judith," said he.</p> + +<p>And so they walked on and into the town, in silence +mostly. The world had grown more solemn now: here +and there in the lilac-gray deeps overhead a small silver +point began to appear. And sure he was that whatever +might happen to him in the years to come, no sweetheart +or any other would ever crush out from his affection or +from his memory this sweet cousin of his; for him she +would always be the one woman, strange and mystical and +kind; there never would be any touch like the touch of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">203</a></span>her hand, so gentle was it as it rested on his hair; and +there never would be anything more wonderful and gracious +to look forward to than the old and familiar sitting +in the church pew by Judith's side, with the breathless fascination +of knowing that she was so near, and the thrill +of hearing her join (rather timidly, for she was not proud of +her voice) in the singing of the choir.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XXI.</h2> + +<h3>A DISCOVERY.</h3> + +<p>"That be so as I tell ye, zur," said Matthew gardener, +as he <span class="err" title="original: slowy">slowly</span> sharpened a long knife on the hone that he +held in his hand; "it all cometh of the pampering of +queasy stomachs nowadays that cannot hold honest food. +There be no such folk now as there wur in former days, +when men wur hardy, and long-lived, and healthy; and +why, zur?—why, but that they wur content wi' plain dishes +of pulse or herbs, and for the most worshipful no more +than a dish of broth and a piece of good wholesome beef +withal. But nowadays, Lord! Lord!—dish after dish, +with each his several sauce; and this from Portugal and +that from France, so that gluttony shall have its swing, and +never a penny be kept for the poor. Nay, I tell ye, zur, +rich and poor alike wur stronger and healthier when there +wur no such waste in the land; when a man would wear +his frieze coat and hosen of the color of the sheep that bore +them; and have his shirt of honest hemp or flax, and could +sleep well with his head on a block of wood and a sheep-skin +thrown o'er it. But nowadays must he have his shirt +of fine lawn and needle-work; ay, and his soft pillow to +lie on, so that his lily-white body shall come to no scratching; +nor will he drink any longer small drink, no, nor +water, but heavy ales and rich wines; and all goeth to the +belly, and naught to his poorer neighbor. And what cometh +of this but tender stomachs, and riot, and waste?—and +lucky if Bocardo be not at the end of it all."</p> + +<p>As it chanced on this fine morning, Judith's father had +strolled along to look at some trained apple-trees at the +further end of the garden, and finding goodman Matthew +there, and having a mind for idleness, had sat down on a +bench to hear what news of the condition of the land +Matthew might have to lay before him.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">204</a></span>"Nay, but, good Matthew," said he, "if these luxuries +work such mischief, 'tis the better surely that the poor +have none of them. They, at least, cannot have their +stomachs ruined with sauces and condiments."</p> + +<p>"Lord bless ye, zur," said the ancient, with a wise smile, +"'tis not in one way, but in all ways, that the mischief is +done; for the poorest, seeing such waste and gluttony +everywhere abroad, have no continence of their means, but +will spend their last penny on any foolishness. Lord! +Lord! they be such poor simple creatures! they that have +scarce a rag to their backs will crowd at the mops and +fairs, and spend their money—on what? Why, you must +ha' witnessed it, zur—the poor fools!—emptying their +pouches to see a woman walking on a rope, or a tumbler +joining his hands to his heels, or a hen with two heads. +The poor simple creatures!—and yet I warrant me they be +none so poor but that the rascal doctor can make his money +out o' them: 'tis a foine way o' making a fortune that, going +vagrom about the country with his draughts and pills—not +honest medicines that a body might make out o' wholesome +herbs, but nauseous stinking stuff that robs a man of +his breath in the very swallowing of it. And the almanac-makers, +too—marry, that, now, is another thriving trade!—the +searching of stars, and the prophesying of dry or wet +weather! Weather? what know they of the weather, the +town-bred rogues, that lie and cheat to get at the poor +country folks' money? God 'a mercy, a whip to their +shoulders would teach them more o' the weather than ever +they are like to get out of the stars! And yet the poor +fools o' countrymen—that scarce know a B from a battle-door—will +sit o' nights puzzling their brains o'er the signs +o' the heavens; and no matter what any man with eyes +can see for himself—ay, and fifty times surer, as I take it—they +will prophesy you a dry month or a wet month, because +the almanac saith so; and they will swear to you +that Taurus—that is a lion—and the virgin scales have +come together, therefore there must be a blight on the +pear-trees! Heard you ever the like, zur?—that a man in +Lunnon, knowing as much about husbandry and farm-work +as a cat knows about quoit-throwing, is to tell me the +weather down here in Warwickshire? God help us, they +be poor weak creatures that think so; I'd liefer look at the +cover of a penny ballad, if I wanted to know when there +was to be frost o' nights."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">205</a></span></p><p>At this juncture the old man grinned, as if some secret +joke were tickling his fancy.</p> + +<p>"Why, zur," said he, looking up from the hone, "would +you believe this, zur—they be such fools that a rogue will +sell them a barren cow for a milch cow if he but put a +strange calf to her. 'Tis done, zur—'tis done, I assure ye."</p> + +<p>"In truth, a scurvy trick!" Judith's father said. He +was idly drawing figures on the ground with a bit of stick +he had got hold of. Perhaps he was not listening attentively; +but at all events he encouraged Matthew to talk. +"But surely with years comes wisdom. The most foolish +are not caught twice with such a trick."</p> + +<p>"What of that, zur?" answered Matthew. "There be +plenty of other fools in the land to make the trade of +roguery thrive. 'Tis true that a man may learn by his +own experience; but what if he hath a son that be growing +up a bigger fool than himself? And that's where 'tis +nowadays, zur; there be no waiting and prudence; but +every saucy boy must match on to his maid, and marry her +ere they have a roof to put over their heads. 'Tis a fine +beginning, surely! No waiting, no prudence—as the rich +are wasteful and careless, so are the poor heedless of the +morrow; and the boy and the wench they must have their +cottage at the lane end, run up of elder poles, and forthwith +begin the begetting of beggars to swarm over the +land. A rare beginning! Body o' me, do they think they +can live on nettles and grass, like Nebuchadnezzar?"</p> + +<p>And so the old man continued to rail and grumble and +bemoan, sometimes with a saturnine grin of satisfaction at +his own wit coming over his face; and Judith's father did +not seek to controvert; he listened, and drew figures on +the ground, and merely put in a word now and again. It +was a pleasant morning—fresh, and clear, and sunny; and +this town of Stratford was a quiet place at that hour, with +the children all at school. Sometimes Judith's father +laughed; but he did not argue; and goodman Matthew, +having it all his own way, was more than ever convinced +not only that he was the one wise man among a generation +of fools, but also that he was the only representative +and upholder of the Spartan virtues that had characterized +his forefathers. It is true that on more than one occasion +he had been found somewhat overcome with ale; +but this, when he had recovered from his temporary confusion, +he declared was entirely due to the rascal brewers +of those degenerate days—and especially of Warwickshire—who +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">206</a></span>put all manner of abominations into their huff-cap, +so that an honest Worcestershire stomach might easily be +caught napping, and take no shame.</p> + +<p>And meanwhile what had been happening in another +part of the garden? As it chanced, Judith had been sent +by her mother to carry to the summer-house a cup of wine +and some thin cakes; and in doing so she of course saw +that both her father and goodman Matthew were at the +further end of the garden, and apparently settled there for +the time being. The opportunity was too good to be lost. +She swiftly went back to the house, secured the portion of +the play that was secreted there, and as quickly coming +out again, exchanged it for an equal number of new sheets. +It was all the work of a couple of minutes; and in another +second she was in her own room, ready to put the precious +prize into her little cupboard of boxes. And yet she +could not forbear turning over the sheets, and examining +them curiously, and she was saying to herself: "You +cruel writing, to have such secrets, and refuse to give +them up! If it were pictures, now, I could make out +something with a guess; but all these little marks, so +much alike, what can one make of them?—all alike—with +here and there a curling, as if my father had been amusing +himself—and all so plain and even, too, with never a blot: +marry, I marvel he should make the other copy, unless +with the intent to alter as he writes. And those words +with the big letters at the beginning—these be the people's +names—Ferdinand, and sweet Miranda, and the Duke, +and the ill beast that would harm them all. Why, in +Heaven's mercy, was I so fractious? I might even now +be learning all the story—here by myself—the only one in +the land: I might all by myself know the story that will +set the London folk agog in the coming winter. And +what a prize were this, now, for Master Ben Jonson! +Could one but go to him and say, 'Good sir, here be +something better than your masques and mummeries, +your Greeks and clouds and long speeches: put your +name to it, good sir—nay, my father hath abundant store +of such matter, and we in Warwickshire are no niggards—put +your name to it, good sir, and you will get the court +ladies to say you have risen a step on the ladder, else have +they but a strange judgment!' What would the goodman +do? Beshrew me, Prudence never told me the name of +the play! But let us call it <i>The Magic Island</i>. <i>The Magic +Island, by Master Benjamin Jonson.</i> What would the wits say?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">207</a></span>But here she heard some noise on the stairs; so she +quickly hid away the treasure in the little drawer, and +locked it up safe there until she should have the chance of +asking Prudence to read it to her.</p> + +<p>That did not happen until nearly nightfall; for Prudence +had been away all day helping to put the house +straight of a poor woman that was ill and in bed. Moreover, +she had been sewing a good deal at the children's +clothes and her eyes looked tired—or perhaps it was the +wan light that yet lingered in the sky that gave her that +expression, the candles not yet being lit. Judith regarded +her, and took her hand tenderly, and made her sit down.</p> + +<p>"Sweet mouse," said she, "you are wearing yourself +out in the service of others; and if you take such little +heed of yourself, you will yourself fall ill. And now +must I demand of you further labor. Or will it be a +refreshment for you after the fatigues of the day? See, I +have brought them all with me—the sprite Ariel, and the +sweet prince, and Miranda; but in good sooth I will +gladly wait for another time if you are tired——"</p> + +<p>"Nay, not so, Judith," she answered. "There is nothing +I could like better—but for one thing."</p> + +<p>"What, then?"</p> + +<p>"Mean you to show this also to the young gentleman +that is at Bidford?"</p> + +<p>"And wherefore not, good Prue? He hath seen so +much of the story, 'twere a pity he should not have the +rest. And what a small kindness—the loan but for an +hour or two; and I need not even see him, for I have but +to leave it at my grandmother's cottage. And if you heard +what he says of it—and how grateful he is: marry, it all +lies in this, sweet Prue, that you have not seen him, +else would you be willing enough to do him so small a +favor."</p> + +<p>By this time Prudence had lit the candles; and presently +they made their way up-stairs to her own room.</p> + +<p>"And surely," said Judith, as her gentle gossip was arranging +the manuscript, "the story will all end well, and +merrily for the sweet maiden, seeing how powerful her +father is? Will he not compel all things to her happiness—he +that can raise storms, and that has messengers to +fly round the world for him?"</p> + +<p>"And yet he spoke but harshly to the young man +when last we saw them," Prudence said. "Why, what's +this?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">208</a></span>She had run her eye down the first page; and now she +began reading:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8">"'<i>Enter</i> +<span class="smcap">Ferdinand</span> <i>bearing a log</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Ferdinand.</i> There be some sports are painful, and their labor<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Delight in them sets off. This my mean task<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would be as heavy to me as odious, but<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And makes my labors pleasures. Oh, she is<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he's composed of harshness. I must remove<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some thousands of these logs and pile them up,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon a sore injunction. My sweet mistress<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weeps when she sees me work; and says such baseness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had never like executor.'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Judith's face had gradually fallen.</p> + +<p>"Why, 'tis cruel," said she; "and 'tis cruel of my father +to put such pain on the sweet prince, that is so gentle, +and so unfortunate withal."</p> + +<p>But Prudence continued the reading:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8">"'<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Miranda</span>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2"><i>Miranda.</i> <span style="margin-left: 10%"> +Alas, now, pray you,</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Work not so hard: I would the lightning had<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoined to pile!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pray, set it down and rest you; when this burns,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is hard at study; pray, now, rest yourself;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's safe for these three hours.<br /></span> + +<span class="i2"><i>Ferdinand.</i> <span style="margin-left: 15%"> +O most dear mistress,</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sun will set before I shall discharge<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What I must strive to do.<br /></span> + +<span class="i2"><i>Miranda.</i> <span style="margin-left: 10%"> +If you'll sit down,</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll bear your logs the while: pray give me that—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll carry it to the pile.'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>At this point Judith's eyes grew proud and grateful (as +though Miranda had done some brave thing), but she did +not speak.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"'<i>Ferdinand.</i> <span style="margin-left: 10%"> +No, precious creature:</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than you should such dishonor undergo,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While I sit lazy by.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Miranda.</i> +<span style="margin-left: 5%">You look wearily.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Ferdinand.</i> No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When you are by at night. I do beseech you<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Chiefly that I may set it in my prayers),<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What is your name?<br /></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">209</a> +</span><span class="i2"><i>Miranda.</i> +<span style="margin-left: 10%">Miranda.—O my father,</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I have broke your hest to say so!<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Ferdinand.</i> +<span style="margin-left: 15%"> Admired Miranda!</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Indeed, the top of admiration; worth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I have eyed with best regard; and many a time<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have I liked several women; never any<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With so full soul but some defect in her<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And put it to the foil. But you, O you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So perfect and so peerless, are created<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of every creature's best!<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Miranda.</i> +<span style="margin-left: 10%">I do not know</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">One of my sex: no woman's face remember,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More that I may call men than you, good friend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my dear father; how features are abroad,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(The jewel in my dower), I would not wish<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Any companion in the world but you;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor can imagination form a shape,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Besides yourself, to like of: But I prattle<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Something too wildly, and my father's precepts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I therein do forget.'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Nay, is she not fair and modest!" Judith exclaimed—but +apart; and, as the reading proceeded, she began to +think of how Master Leofric Hope would regard this +maiden. Would he not judge her to be right gentle, and +timid, and yet womanly withal, and frank in her confiding? +And he—supposing that he were the young prince—what +would he think of such a one? Was it too submissive +that she should offer to carry the logs? Ought +she to so openly confess that she would fain have him to +be her companion? And then, as Judith was thus considering, +this was what she heard, in Prudence's gentle voice:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"'<i>Miranda.</i> +<span style="margin-left: 15%">Do you love me?</span><br /></span> + +<span class="i2"><i>Ferdinand.</i> O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And crown what I profess with kind event,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If I speak true; if hollowly, invert<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What best is boded me, to mischief! I,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Do love, prize, honor you.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Miranda.</i> <span style="margin-left: 10%"> +I am a fool</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To weep at what I am glad of.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Ferdinand.</i> +<span style="margin-left: 15%">Wherefore weep you?</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Miranda.</i> At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What I desire to give; and much less take<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What I shall die to want: But this is trifling;<br /></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">210</a></span><span class="i0">And all the more it seeks to hide itself,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am your wife, if you will marry me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If not, I'll die your maid; to be your fellow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether you will or no.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Ferdinand.</i> +<span style="margin-left: 10%">My mistress, dearest;</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I thus humble ever.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Miranda.</i> +<span style="margin-left: 10%">My husband, then?</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Ferdinand.</i> Ay, with a heart as willing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As bondage e'er of freedom; here's my hand.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Miranda.</i> And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till half an hour hence.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Ferdinand.</i> A thousand thousand!'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>She clapped her hands and laughed, in delight and +triumph.</p> + +<p>"Why, sure her father will relent," she cried.</p> + +<p>"But, Judith, Judith, stay," Prudence said, quickly, and +with scarce less gladness. "'Tis so set down; for this is +what her father says:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">'So glad of this as they I cannot be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who are surprised withal; but by rejoicing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At nothing can be more.'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">Nay, I take it he will soon explain to us why he was so +harsh with the young prince—perchance to try his constancy?"</p> + +<p>Well, after that the reading went on as far as the sheets +that Judith had brought; but ever her mind was returning +to the scene between the two lovers, and speculating as to +how Leofric Hope would look upon it. She had no resentment +against Ben Jonson now; her heart was full of +assurance and triumph, and was therefore generous. Her +only vexation was that the night must intervene before +there could be a chance of the young London gentleman +calling at the cottage; and she looked forward to the possibility +of seeing him some time or other with the determination +to be more demure than ever. She would not +expect him to praise this play. Perchance 'twas good +enough for simple Warwickshire folk; but the London +wits might consider it of the vulgar kind? And she +laughed to herself at thinking how awkward his protests +would be if she ventured to hint anything in that direction.</p> + +<p>Prudence put the sheets carefully together again.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">211</a></span>"Judith, Judith," she said, with a quiet smile, "you +lead me far astray. I ought to find such things wicked +and horrible to the ear; but perchance 'tis because I know +your father, and see him from day to day, that I find them +innocent enough. They seem to rest the mind when one +is sorrowful."</p> + +<p>"Beware of them, good Prue; they are the devil himself +come in the guise of an angel to snatch thee away. +Nay, but, sweetheart, why should you be sorrowful?"</p> + +<p>"There is Martha Hodgson," said she, simply, "and +her children, nigh to starving; and I cannot ask Julius +for more——"</p> + +<p>Judith's purse was out in an instant.</p> + +<p>"Why," said she, "my father did not use half of what I +gave him for the knife he bought at Warwick—marry, I +guess he paid for it mostly himself; but what there is +here you shall have."</p> + +<p>And she emptied the contents on to the table, and pushed +them over to her friend.</p> + +<p>"You do not grudge it, Judith?" said Prudence. "Nay, +I will not ask thee that. Nor can I refuse it either, for +the children are in sore want. But why should you not +give it to them yourself, Judith?"</p> + +<p>"Why?" said Judith, regarding the gentle face with +kindly eyes. "Shall I tell thee why, sweetheart? 'Tis +but this: that if I were in need, and help to be given me, +I would value it thrice as much if it came from your hand. +There is a way of doing such things, and you have it; +that is all."</p> + +<p>"I hear Julius is come in," Prudence said, as she took +up the two candles. "Will you go in and speak with +him?"</p> + +<p>There was some strange hesitation in her manner, and +she did not go to the door. She glanced at Judith somewhat +timidly. Then she set the candles down again.</p> + +<p>"Judith," said she, "your pity is quick, and you are +generous and kind; I would you could find it in your heart +to extend your kindness."</p> + +<p>"How now, good cousin?" Judith said, in amazement. +"What's this?"</p> + +<p>Prudence glanced at her again, somewhat uneasily, and +obviously in great embarrassment.</p> + +<p>"You will not take it ill, dear Judith?"</p> + +<p>"By my life, I will not! Not from you, dear heart, +whatever it be. But what is the dreadful secret?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">212</a></span>"Tom Quiney has spoken to me," she said, diffidently.</p> + +<p>Judith eagerly caught both her hands.</p> + +<p>"And you! What said you? 'Tis all settled, then!" +she exclaimed, almost breathlessly.</p> + +<p>"It is as I imagined, Judith," said Prudence, calmly—and +she withdrew her hands, with a touch of maidenly +pride, perhaps, from what she could not but imagine to be +a kind of felicitation. "He hath no fault to find with the +country. If he goes away to those lands beyond seas, 'tis +merely because you will say no word to hold him back."</p> + +<p>"I!" said Judith, impatiently; and then she checked +herself. "But you, sweetheart, what said he to you?"</p> + +<p>Prudence's cheeks flushed red.</p> + +<p>"He would have me intercede for him," she said, timidly.</p> + +<p>"Intercede? with whom?"</p> + +<p>"Why, you know, Judith; with whom but yourself? +Nay, but be patient—have some kindness. The young +man opened his heart to me; and I know he is in trouble. +'Twas last night as we were coming home from the lecture; +and he would have me wait till he left a message at his +door, so that thus we fell behind; and then he told me why it +was that Stratford had grown distasteful to him, and not to +be borne, and why he was going away. How could I help +saying that that would grieve you?—sure I am you cannot +but be sorry to think of the young man banishing himself +from his own people. And he said that I was your nearest +friend; and would I speak for him? And I answered that +I was all unused to such matters, but that if any pleading +of mine would influence you I would right gladly do him +that service; and so I would, dear Judith; for how can you +bear to think of the youth going away with these godless +men, and perchance never to return to his own land, when +a word from you would restrain him?"</p> + +<p>Judith took both her hands again, and looked with a +kindly smile into the timid, pleading eyes.</p> + +<p>"And 'tis you, sweet mouse, that come to me with such +a prayer? Was there ever so kind a heart? But that is +you ever and always—never a thought for yourself, everything +for others. And so he had the cruelty to ask you—you—to +bring this message?"</p> + +<p>"Judith," said the other, with the color coming into her +face again, "you force me to speak against my will. Nay, +how can I hide from myself, dear friend, that you have plans +and wishes—perchance suspicions—with regard to me? +And if what I guess be true—if that is your meaning—indeed +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">213</a></span>'tis all built on a wrong foundation: believe me, Judith, +it is so. I would have you assured of it, sweetheart. +You know that I like not speaking of such matters; 'tis +not seemly and becoming to a maiden; and fain would I +have my mind occupied with far other things; but, Judith, +this time I must speak plain; and I would have you put +away from you all such intentions and surmises—dear +heart, you do me wrong!"</p> + +<p>"In good sooth, am I all mistaken?" Judith said, glancing +keenly at her.</p> + +<p>"Do you doubt my word, Judith?" said she.</p> + +<p>"And yet," her friend said, as if to herself, and musingly, +"there were several occasions: there was the fortune-teller +at Hampton Lucy that coupled you, and Quiney +seemed right merry withal; and then again, when he would +have us play kiss-in-the-ring on the evening after Mary Sadler's +marriage, and I forbade it chiefly for your sake, sweet +mouse, then methought you seemed none overpleased with +my interference——"</p> + +<p>But here she happened to look at Prudence, and she could +not fail to see that the whole subject was infinitely distressing +to her. There was a proud, hurt expression on the +gentle face, and a red spot burning in each cheek. So +Judith took hold of her and kissed her.</p> + +<p>"Once and forever, dearest heart," said she, "I banish +all such thoughts. And I will make no more plans for +thee, nor suspect thee, but let thee go in thine own way, +in the paths of charity and goodness. But I mean not to +give up thy friendship, sweet Prue; if I cannot walk in +the same path, at least I may stretch a hand over to thee; +and if I but keep so near so true a saint, marry, I shall not +go so far wrong."</p> + +<p>She took up one of the candles.</p> + +<p>"Shall we go down and see Julius?" said she.</p> + +<p>"But Tom Quiney, Judith—what shall I say?" Prudence +asked, anxiously.</p> + +<p>"Why, say nothing, sweetheart," was the immediate +answer. "'Twas a shame to burden you with such a task. +When he chooses he can at any moment have speech of +me, if his worship be not too proud or too suspicious. In +Stratford we can all of us speak the English tongue, I +hope."</p> + +<p>"But, Judith," said the other, slowly and wistfully, +"twenty years is a long space for one to be away from his +native land."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">214</a></span>"Marry is it, sweet mouse," Judith answered, as she +opened the door and proceeded to go down the narrow +wooden steps. "'Tis a long space indeed, and at the end of +it many a thing that seemeth of great import and consequence +now will be no better than an old tale, idle and half +forgotten."</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XXII.</h2> + +<h3>PORTENTS.</h3> + +<p>It was somewhat hard on little Bess Hall that her aunt +Judith was determined she should grow up as fearless as +she herself was, and had, indeed, charged herself with this +branch of her niece's education. The child, it is true, was +not more timid than others of her age, and could face with +fair equanimity beggars, school-boys, cows, geese, and +other dangerous creatures; while as for ghosts, goblins, +and similar nocturnal terrors, Judith had settled all that +side of the question by informing the maids of both families, +in the plainest language, that any one of them found +even mentioning such things to this niece of hers would be +instantaneously and without ceremony shot forth from the +house. But beyond and above all this Judith expected +too much, and would flout and scold when Bess Hall declined +to perform the impossible, and would threaten to go +away and get a small boy out of the school to become her +playmate in future. At this moment, for example, she was +standing at the foot of the staircase in Dr. Hall's house. +She had come round to carry off her niece for the day, and +she had dressed her up like a small queen, and now she +would have her descend the wide and handsome staircase +in noble state and unaided. Bess Hall, who had no ambition +to play the part of a queen, but had, on the other +hand, a wholesome and instinctive fear of breaking her +neck, now stood on the landing, helpless amid all her finery, +and looking down at her aunt in a beseeching sort of +way.</p> + +<p>"I shall tumble down, Aunt Judith; I know I shall," +said she, and budge she would not.</p> + +<p>"Tumble down, little stupid! Why, what should make +you tumble down? Are you going forever to be a baby? +Any baby can crawl down-stairs by holding on to the balusters."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">215</a></span>"I know I shall tumble down, Aunt Judith—and then I +shall cry."</p> + +<p>But even this threat was of no avail.</p> + +<p>"Come along, little goose; 'tis easy enough when you +try it. Do you think I have dressed you up as a grown +woman to see you crawl like a baby? A fine woman—you! +Come along, I say!"</p> + +<p>But this lesson, happily for the half-frightened pupil, +was abruptly brought to an end. Judith was standing with +her face to the staircase, and her back to the central hall +and the outer door, so that she could not see any one entering, +and indeed the first intimation she had of the approach +of a stranger was a voice behind her:</p> + +<p>"Be gentle with the child, Judith."</p> + +<p>And then she knew that she was caught. For some little +time back she had very cleverly managed to evade the +good parson, or at least to secure the safety of company +when she saw him approach. But this time she was as +helpless as little Bess herself. Dr. Hall was away from +home; Judith's sister was ill of a cold, and in bed; there +was no one in the house, besides the servants, but herself. +The only thing she could do was to go up to the landing, +swing her niece on to her shoulder, and say to Master +Walter that they were going round to New Place, for that +Susan was ill in bed, and unable to look after the child.</p> + +<p>"I will walk with you as far," said he, calmly, and, indeed, +as if it were rather an act of condescension on his +part.</p> + +<p>She set out with no good-will. She expected that he +would argue, and she had an uncomfortable suspicion that +he would get the best of it. And if she had once or twice +rather wildly thought that in order to get rid of all perplexities, +and in order to please all the people around her, +she would in the end allow Master Walter Blaise to win +her over into becoming his wife, still she felt that the time +was not yet. She would have the choosing of it for herself. +And why should she be driven into a corner prematurely? +Why be made to confess that her brain could +not save her? She wanted peace. She wanted to play +with Bess Hall, or to walk through the meadows with Willie +Hart, teaching him what to think of England. She did +not want to be confronted with clear, cold eyes, and arguments +like steel, and the awful prospect of having to labor +in the vineyard through the long, long, gray, and distant +years. She grew to think it was scarcely fair of her father +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">216</a></span>to hand her over. He at least might have been on her +side. But he seemed as willing as any that she should go +away among the saints, and forsake forever (as it seemed +to her) the beautiful, free and clear-colored life that she +had been well content to live.</p> + +<p>And then, all of a sudden, it flashed upon her mind +that she was a player's daughter, and a kind of flame went +to her face.</p> + +<p>"I pray you, good Master Blaise," said she, with a lofty +and gracious courtesy, "bethink you, ere you give us +your company through the town."</p> + +<p>"What mean you, Judith?" said he, in some amazement.</p> + +<p>"Do you forget, then, that I am the daughter of a +player?—and this his granddaughter?" said she.</p> + +<p>"In truth, I know not what you mean, Judith," he exclaimed.</p> + +<p>"Why," said she, "may not the good people who are +the saints of the earth wonder to see you consort with such +as we?—or, rather, with one such as I, who am impenitent, +and take no shame that my father is a player—nay, God's +my witness, I am wicked enough to be proud of it, and I +care not who knows it, and they that hope to have me +change my thoughts on that matter will have no lack of +waiting."</p> + +<p>Well, it was a fair challenge; and he answered it frankly, +and with such a reasonableness and charity of speech that, +despite herself, she could not but admit that she was +pleased, and also, perhaps, just a little bit grateful. He +would not set up to be any man's judge, he said; nor was he +a Pharisee; the Master that he served was no respecter of +persons—He had welcomed all when He was upon the +earth—and it behooved His followers to beware of pride +and the setting up of distinctions; if there was any house +in the town that earned the respect of all, it was New +Place; he could only speak of her father as he found him, +here, in his own family, among his own friends—and what +that was all men knew; and so forth. He spoke well, +and modestly; and Judith was so pleased to hear what he +said of her father that she forgot to ask whether all this +was quite consistent with his usual denunciations of plays +and players; his dire prophecy as to the fate of those who +were not of the saints, and his sharp dividing and shutting +off of these. He did not persecute her at all. There was +no argument. What he was mostly anxious about was +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">217</a></span>that she should not tire herself with carrying Bess Hall on +her shoulder.</p> + +<p>"Nay, good sir," said she, quite pleasantly, "'tis a trick +my father taught me; and the child is but a feather-weight."</p> + +<p>He looked at her—so handsome and buxom, and full of +life and courage; her eyes lustrous, the rose-leaf tint of +health in her cheeks; and always at the corner of her +mouth what could only be called a disposition to smile, as +if the world suited her fairly well, and that she was ready +at any moment to laugh her thanks.</p> + +<p>"There be many, Judith," said he, "who might envy +you your health and good spirits."</p> + +<p>"When I lose them, 'twill be time enough to lament +them," said she, complacently.</p> + +<p>"The hour that is passing seems all in all to you; and +who can wonder at it?" he continued. "Pray Heaven +your carelessness of the morrow have reason in it! But +all are not so minded. There be strange tidings in the +land."</p> + +<p>"Indeed, sir; and to what end?" said she.</p> + +<p>"I know not whether these rumors have reached your +house," he said, "but never at any time I have read of +have men's minds been so disturbed—with a restlessness +and apprehension of something being about to happen. +And what marvel! The strange things that have been +seen and heard of throughout the world of late—meteors, +and earthquakes, and visions of armies fighting in the +heavens. Even so was Armageddon to be foreshadowed. +Nay, I will be honest with you, Judith, and say that it is +not clear to my own mind that the great day of the Lord +is at hand; but many think so; and one man's reading of +the Book of Revelation is but a small matter to set against +so wide a belief. Heard you not of the vision that came +to the young girl at Chipping Camden last Monday?"</p> + +<p>"Indeed, no, good sir."</p> + +<p>"I marvel that Prudence has not heard of it, for all +men are speaking of it. 'Twas in this way, as I hear. +The maiden is one of rare piety and grace, given to fasting, +and nightly vigils, and searching of the heart. 'Twas +on the night of Sunday last—or perchance toward Monday +morning—that she was awakened out of her sleep +by finding her room full of light; and looking out of +the window she beheld in the darkness a figure of resplendent +radiance—shining like the sun, as she said; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">218</a></span>only clear white, and shedding rays around; and the figure +approached the window, and regarded her; and she +dropped on her knees in wonder and fear, and bowed +her head and worshipped. And as she did so, she heard +a voice say to her: 'Watch and pray: Behold, I come +quickly.' And she durst not raise her head, as she +says, being overcome with fear and joy. But the light +slowly faded from the room; and when at last she rose +she saw something afar off in the sky, that was now grown +dark again. And ever since she has been trembling with +the excitement of it, and will take no food; but from +time to time she cries in a loud voice, 'Lord Jesus, come +quickly! Lord Jesus, come quickly!' Many have gone to +see her, as I hear, and from all parts of the country; but +she heeds them not; she is intent with her prayers; and +her eyes, the people say, look as if they had been dazzled +with a great light, and are dazed and strange. Nay, 'tis +but one of many things that are murmured abroad at +present; for there have been signs in the heavens seen in +sundry places, and visions, and men's minds grow anxious."</p> + +<p>"And what think you yourself, good sir? You are +one that should know."</p> + +<p>"I?" said he. "Nay, I am far too humble a worker to +take upon myself the saying ay or no at such a time; I +can but watch and pray and wait. But is it not strange to +think that we here at this moment, walking along this +street in Stratford, might within some measurable space—say, +a year, or half a dozen years or so—that we might be +walking by the pure river of water that John saw flowing +from the throne of God and of the Lamb? Do you not +remember how the early Christians, with such a possibility +before their eyes, drew nearer to each other, as it were, +and rejoiced together, parting with all their possessions, +and living in common, so that the poorest were even as +the rich? 'Twas no terror that overtook them, but a happiness; +and they drew themselves apart from the world, +and lived in their own community, praying with each other, +and aiding each other. 'All that believed,' the Bible +tells us, 'were in one place, and had all things common. +And they sold their possessions and goods, and parted +them to all men, as every one had need. And they continued +daily in the Temple, and, breaking bread at home, +did eat their meat together with gladness and singleness +of heart, praising God, and had favor with all the people; +and the Lord added to the Church from day to day such +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">219</a></span>as should be saved.' Such a state of spiritual brotherhood +and exaltation may come among us once more; methinks +I see the symptoms of its approach even now. Blessed +are they who will be in that communion with a pure soul +and a humble mind, for the Lord will be with them as +their guide, though the waters should arise and overflow, +or fire consume the earth."</p> + +<p>"Yes, but, good sir," said she, "when the early Christians +you speak of thought the world was near to an end +they were mistaken. And these, now, of our day——"</p> + +<p>"Whatever is prophesied must come to pass," said he, +"or soon or late, though it is possible for our poor human +judgment to err as to the time. But surely we ought to +be prepared; and what preparation, think you, is sufficient +for so great and awful a change? Joy there may be +in the trivial things of this world—in the vanities of the +hour, that pass away and are forgotten; but what are +these things to those whose heart is set on the New Jerusalem—the +shining city? The voice that John heard +proclaimed no lie: 'twas the voice of the Lord of heaven +and earth—a promise to them that wait and watch for his +coming. 'And God shall wipe away all tears from their +eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, +neither crying, neither shall there be any more pain, for +the first things are passed.... And there shall be +no more curse, but the throne of God and of the Lamb +shall be in it, and his servants shall serve him. And they +shall see his face, and his name shall be in their foreheads. +And there shall be no night there; and they need +no candle, neither light of the sun, for the Lord God +giveth them light, and they shall reign for evermore.'"</p> + +<p>She sighed.</p> + +<p>"'Tis too wonderful a thing for poor sinful creatures to +expect," she said.</p> + +<p>But by this time they were at the house, and he could +not say anything further to her; indeed, when he proposed +that she should come into the sitting-room, and that +he would read to her a description of the glories of the +New Jerusalem, out of the Book of Revelation, she excused +herself by saying that she must carry Bess Hall to +see her father. So he went in and sat down, waiting for +Judith's mother to be sent for; while aunt and niece +went out and through the back yard to the garden.</p> + +<p>"Bess," said Judith, on the way, "heardst thou aught +of a white figure?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">220</a></span>"No, Judith," said the child, who had been engaged all +the way in examining the prettinesses of her aunt's velvet +cap, and ruff, and what not.</p> + +<p>"That is well," said she.</p> + +<p>When she got into the garden, she could see that good +man Matthew eyed their approach with little favor—for +Bess Hall, when her grandfather had charge of her, was +allowed to tear flowers, and walk over beds, or do anything +she chose; but Judith did not mind that much. +On the other hand, she would not go deliberately and disturb +her father. She would give him his choice—to come +forth or not as he pleased. And so, quite noiselessly, and +at a little distance off, she passed the summer-house. There +was no sign. Accordingly, she went on idly to the further +end of the garden, and would doubtless have remained +there (rather than return within-doors) amusing the child +somehow, but that the next minute her father appeared.</p> + +<p>"Come hither, Bess! Come hither, wench!" he called.</p> + +<p>Nay, he came to meet them; and as he lifted the child +down from Judith's shoulder, something—perhaps it was +the touch of the sunlight on the soft brown of her short +curls—seemed to attract his notice.</p> + +<p>"Why, wench," said he to Judith, "methinks your hair +grows prettier every day. And yet you keep it overshort—yes, +'tis overshort—would you have them think you a +boy?"</p> + +<p>"I would I were a man," said she, glancing at him +rather timidly.</p> + +<p>"How, then? What, now?"</p> + +<p>"For then," said she, "might I help you in your work, +so please you, sir."</p> + +<p>He laughed, and said:</p> + +<p>"My work? What know you of that, wench?"</p> + +<p>The blood rushed to her face.</p> + +<p>"Nay, sir, I but meant the work of the fields—in going +about with the bailiff and the like. The maids say you +were abroad at five this morning."</p> + +<p>"Well, is't not the pleasantest time of the day in this +hot weather?" he said—and he seemed amused by her interference.</p> + +<p>"But why should you give yourself so many cares, good +father?" she made bold to say (for she had been meditating +the saying of it for many a day back). "You that +have great fame, and land, and wealth. We would fain +see you rest a little more, father; and 'tis all the harder +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">221</a></span>to us that we can give you no help, being but women-folk."</p> + +<p>There was something in the tone of her voice—or perhaps +in her eyes—that conveyed more than her words. +He put his hand on her head.</p> + +<p>"You are a good lass," said he. "And listen. You can +do something for me that is of far more value to me than +any help in any kind of work: nay, I tell thee 'tis of greater +value to me than all of my work; and 'tis this: keep you +a merry heart, wench—let me see your face right merry +and cheerful as you go about—that is what you can do +for me; I would have you ever as you are now, as bright +and glad as a summer day."</p> + +<p>"'Tis an easy task, sir, so long as you are content to be +pleased with me," she managed to answer; and then little +Bess Hall—who could not understand why she should have +been so long left unnoticed—began to scramble up his +knees, and was at last transferred to his arms.</p> + +<p>Judith's heart was beating somewhat quickly—with a +kind of pride and gladness that was very near bringing +tears to her eyes; but, of course, that was out of the question, +seeing that he had enjoined her to be cheerful. And +so she forced herself to say, with an odd kind of smile,</p> + +<p>"I pray you, sir, may I remain with you for a space—if +Bess and I trouble you not?"</p> + +<p>"Surely," said he, regarding her; "but what is it, +then?"</p> + +<p>"Why," said she, pulling herself together, "good Master +Blaise is within-doors, and his last belief is enough to +frighten a poor maiden—let alone this small child. He +says the world is nigh unto its end."</p> + +<p>"Nay, I have heard of some such talk being abroad," +said he, "among the country folk. But why should that +frighten thee? Even were it true, we can make it nor better +nor worse."</p> + +<p>"Only this, father," said she, and she looked at him with +the large, clear-shining gray eyes no longer near to tears, +but rather suggesting some dark mystery of humor, "that +if the end of the world be so nigh at hand, 'twould be an +idle thing for the good parson to think of taking him a +wife."</p> + +<p>"I ask for no secrets, wench," her father said, as he sat +little Bess Hall on the branch of an apple-tree.</p> + +<p>"Nay, sir, he but said that as many were of opinion +that something dreadful was about to happen, we should +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">222</a></span>all of us draw nearer together. That is well, and to be understanded; +but if the world be about to end for all of us +surely 'twere a strange thing that any of us should think +of taking husband or wife."</p> + +<p>"I'll meddle not," her father said. "Go thine own ways. +I have heard thou hast led more than one honest lad in +Stratford a madcap dance. Take heed; take heed—as thy +grandmother saith—lest thou outwear their patience."</p> + +<p>And then something—she could scarce tell what—came +into her head: some wild wish that he would remain always +there at Stratford: would she not right willingly +discard all further thoughts of lovers or sweethearts if +only he would speak to her sometimes as he had just been +speaking; and approve of her hair; and perchance let +her become somewhat more of a companion to him? But +she durst not venture to say so much. She only said, very +modestly and timidly,</p> + +<p>"I am content to be as I am, sir, if you are content that +I should bide with you."</p> + +<p>"Content?" said he, with a laugh that had no unkindness +in it. "Content that thou shouldst bide with us? Keep +that pretty face of thine merry and glad, good lass—and +have no fear."</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIII.</h2> + +<h3>A LETTER.</h3> + +<p>When she should get back from Master Leofric Hope +the last portion of the yet unnamed play, there remained +(as she considered) but one thing more—to show him the +letter written by the King to her father, so that when the +skies should clear over the young gentleman's head, and +he be permitted to return among his friends and acquaintances, +he might have something else occasionally to talk +of than Ben Jonson and his masques and his favor at +court. Nor had she any difficulty in procuring the letter; +for Prudence was distinctly of opinion that by right it belonged +to Judith, who had coveted it from the beginning. +However, Judith only now wanted the loan of it for a day +or two, until, in her wanderings, she might encounter +Master Hope.</p> + +<p>That opportunity soon arrived; for whether it was that +the young gentleman kept a sharp lookout for her, or +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">223</a></span>whether she was able to make a shrewd guess as to his +probable whereabouts at certain hours of the day, she had +scarcely ever failed to meet him when she went over to +Shottery for the successive instalments of the play that +he had left for her there. On this occasion she had found +the last of these awaiting her at the cottage; and when +she had put it into her velvet satchel, and bade good-by +to her grandmother, she set out for home with a pretty +clear foreknowledge that sooner or later the young gentleman +would appear. Was it not his duty?—to say what +he thought of all this romance that he had been allowed +to see; and to thank her; and say farewell? For she had +a vague impression that she had done as much as could +reasonably be expected of her in the way of cheering the +solitude of one in misfortune: and she had gathered, +moreover, that he was likely soon to leave the neighborhood. +But she would not have him go without seeing +the King's letter.</p> + +<p>Well, when he stepped forth from behind some trees, +she was not surprised; and even the Don had grown accustomed +to these sudden appearances.</p> + +<p>"Give ye good-day, sweet lady," said he.</p> + +<p>"And to you, sir," she said. "I thank you for your +care in leaving me these pages; I would not have had +any harm come to them, even though my father will in +time throw them away."</p> + +<p>"And my thanks to you, sweet Mistress Judith," said +he—"how can I express them?"—and therewith he entered +upon such a eulogy of the story he had just been +reading as she was not likely to hear from any Stratford-born +acquaintance. Indeed, he spoke well, and with obvious +sincerity; and although she had intended to receive +these praises with indifference (as though the play were +but a trifle that her father had thrown off easily amid the +pressure of other labors), she did not quite succeed. There +was a kind of triumph in her eyes; her face was glad and +proud; when he quoted a bit of one of Ariel's songs, she +laughed lightly.</p> + +<p>"He is a clever musician, that merry imp, is he not?" +said she.</p> + +<p>"I would I had such a magic-working spirit to serve +me," said he, looking at her. "One could shape one's +own course then. 'Under the blossom that hangs on the +bough,' would be my motto; there would be no going +back to London or any other town. And what think you: +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">224</a></span>might he not find out for me some sweet Miranda?—not +that I am worthy of such a prize, or could do aught to +deserve her, except in my duty and humble service to her. +The Miranda, I think, could be found," he said, glancing +timidly at her; "nay, I swear I know myself where to +find just such a beautiful and gentle maiden; but where +is the Ariel that would charm her heart and incline her to +pity and kindness?"</p> + +<p>"Here, sir," said she, quickly, "is the letter I said I +would bring you, that the King wrote to my father."</p> + +<p>He did not look at the blue velvet satchel; he looked at +her—perhaps to see whether he had gone too far. But +she did not show any signs of confusion or resentment; at +all events she pretended not to be conscious; and, for one +thing, her eyes were lowered, for the satchel seemed for a +second or so difficult to open. Then she brought forth +the letter.</p> + +<p>"Perchance you can tell me the English of it, good +sir?" said she. "'Tis some time since Master Blaise read +it for us, and I would hear it again."</p> + +<p>"Nay, I fear my Latin will scarce go so far," said he—"'tis +but little practice in it I have had since my school-days; +but I will try to make out the sense of it."</p> + +<p>She carefully opened the large folded sheet of paper, +and handed it to him. This was what he found before +him:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Jacobus D. G.</span> Rex Anglorum et Scotorum poetæ +nostro fideli et bene dilecto <span class="smcap">Gulielmo Shakespeare</span>, S. +P. D.</p> + +<hr class="l5" /> + +<p><span lang="la">"Cum nuper apud Londinium commorati comœdiam +tuam nobis inductam spectâssemus, de manu viri probi +Eugenii Collins fabulæ libro accepto, operam dedimus ut +eam diligenter perlegeremus. Subtilissima illa quidem, +multisque ingenii luminibus et artis, multis etiam animi +oblectamentis, excogitata, nimis tamen accommodata ad +cacchinationem movendam vulgi imperiti, politioris humanitatis +expertis. Quod vero ad opera tua futura attinet, +amicissime te admonemus ut multa commentatione +et meditatione exemplaria verses antistitum illorum artis +comœdicæ, Menandri scilicet Atheniensis et Plauti et +Terentii Romani, qui minus vulgi plausum captabant +quam vitiis tanquam flagellis castigandis studebant. Qui +optimi erant arte et summa honestate et utilitate, qualem +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">225</a></span>te etiam esse volumus; virtutum artium et exercitationum +doctores, atque illustrium illorum a Deo ad populum regendum +præpositorum adminicula. Quibus fac ne te +minorem præstes; neque tibi nec familiaribus tuis unquam +deerimus quin, quum fiat occasio, munere regali +fungamur. Te interea Deus opt. max. feliciter sospitet.</span></p> + +<p>"Datum ex regia nostra apud Greenwich X. Kal. Jun."</p></div> + +<p>He began his translation easily:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"'To our trusty and well-beloved poet, William Shakespeare: +Health and greeting.'" But then he began to +stammer. "'When formerly—when recently—tarrying in +London—thy comedy—thy comedy'—nay, fair Mistress +Judith, I beseech your pardon; I am grown more rusty +than I thought, and would not destroy your patience. Perchance, +now, you would extend your favor once more, +and let me have the letter home with me, so that I might +spell it out in school-boy fashion?"</p></div> + +<p>She hesitated; but only for a second.</p> + +<p>"Nay, good sir, I dare not. These sheets of the play +were thrown aside, and so far of little account; but this—if +aught were to come amiss to this letter, how should I +regard myself? If my father value it but slightly, there +be others who think more of it; and—and they have intrusted +it to me; I would not have it go out of my own +keeping, so please you, and pardon me."</p> + +<p>It was clear that she did not like to refuse this favor to +so courteous and grateful a young gentleman. However, +her face instantly brightened.</p> + +<p>"But I am in no hurry, good sir," said she. "Why +should you not sit you on the stile there, and take time to +master the letter, while I gather some wild flowers for my +father? In truth, I am in no hurry; and I would fain have +you know what the King wrote."</p> + +<p>"I would I were a school-boy again for five minutes," +said he, with a laugh; but he went obediently to the stile, +and sat down, and proceeded to pore over the contents of +the letter.</p> + +<p>And then she wandered off by herself (so as to leave +him quite undisturbed), and began to gather here and +there a wild rose from the hedge, or a piece of meadow-sweet +from the bank beneath, or a bit of yarrow from +among the grass. It was a still, clear, quiet day, with +some rainy clouds in the sky; and beyond these, near to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">226</a></span>the horizon, broad silver shafts of sunlight striking down +on the woods and the distant hills. It looked as if a kind +of mid-day sleep had fallen over the earth; there was +scarce a sound; the birds were silent; and there was not +even enough wind to make a stirring through the wide +fields of wheat or in the elms. The nosegay grew apace, +though she went about her work idly—kneeling here and +stretching a hand there; and always she kept away from +him, and would not even look in his direction; for she +was determined that he should have ample leisure to +make out the sense of the letter, of which she had but +a vague recollection, only that she knew it was complimentary.</p> + +<p>Even when he rose and came toward her she pretended +not to notice. She would show him she was in no hurry. +She was plucking the heads of red clover, and sucking +them to get at the honey; or she was adding a buttercup +or two to her nosegay; or she was carelessly humming to +herself:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O stay and hear; your true love's coming,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That can sing both high and low."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Well, now, Mistress Judith," said he, with an air of +apology, "methinks I have got at the meaning of it, however +imperfectly; and your father might well be proud of +such a commendation from so high a source—the King, as +every one knows, being a learned man, and skilled in the +arts. And I have not heard that he has written to any +other of the poets of our day——"</p> + +<p>"No, sir?" said she, quickly. "Not to Master Jonson?"</p> + +<p>"Not that I am aware of, sweet lady," said he, "though +he hath sometimes messages to send, as you may suppose, +by one coming from the court. And I marvel not that +your father should put store by this letter that speaks +well of his work——"</p> + +<p>"Your pardon, good sir, but 'tis not so," said Judith, +calmly. "Doubtless if the King commend my father's +writing, that showeth that his Majesty is skilled and +learned, as you say; and my father was no doubt pleased +enough—as who would not be?—by such a mark of +honor; but as for setting great value on it, I assure you +he did not; nay, he gave it to Julius Shawe. And will +you read it, good sir?—I remember me there was something +in it about the ancients."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">227</a></span>"'Tis but a rough guess that I can make," said he, regarding +the paper. "But it seems that the King had received +at the hands of one Eugene Collins the book of a +comedy of your father's that had been presented before +his Majesty when he was recently in London. And very +diligently, he says, he has read through the same; and +finds it right subtly conceived, with many beauties and +delights, and such ornaments as are to be approved by an +ingenious mind. It is true his Majesty hints that there may +be parts of the play more calculated than might be to move +the laughter of the vulgar; but you would not have a critic +have nothing but praise?—and the King's praise is high +indeed. And then he goes on to say that as regards your +father's future work, he would in the most friendly manner +admonish him to study the great masters of the comic +art; that is, Menander the Athenian, and the Romans +Plautus and Terentius, who—who—what says the King?—less +studied to capture the applause of the vulgar than +to lash the vices of the day as with whips. And these he +highly commends as being of great service to the state; +and would have your father be the like: teachers of virtue, +and also props and aids to those whom God hath +placed to rule over the people. He would have your +father be among these public benefactors; and then he adds +that, when occasion serves, he will not fail to extend his +royal favor to your father and his associates; and so commends +him to the protection of God. Nay, 'tis a right +friendly letter; there is none in the land that would not +be proud of it; 'tis not every day nor with every one that +King James would take such trouble and play the part of +tutor."</p> + +<p>He handed her the letter, and she proceeded to fold it +up carefully again and put it in her satchel. She said +nothing, but she hoped that these phrases of commendation +would remain fixed in his mind when that he was returned +to London.</p> + +<p>And then there was a moment of embarrassment—or at +least of constraint. He had never been so near the town +with her before (for his praise of her father's comedy, as +they walked together, had taken some time), and there before +them were the orchards and mud walls, and, further +off, the spire of the church among the trees. She did +not like to bid him go, and he seemed loath to say farewell, +he probably having some dim notion that, now he +had seen the end of the play and also this letter, there +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">228</a></span>might be some difficulty in finding an excuse for another +meeting.</p> + +<p>"When do you return to London?" said she, for the sake +of saying something. "Or may you return? I hope, good +sir, your prospects are showing brighter; it must be hard +for one of your years to pass the time in idleness."</p> + +<p>"The time that I have spent in these parts," said he, +"has been far more pleasant and joyful to me than I could +have imagined—you may easily guess why, dear Mistress +Judith. And now, when there is some prospect of my +being able to go, I like it not; so many sweet hours have +been passed here, the very fields and meadows around have +acquired a charm——"</p> + +<p>"Nay, but, good sir," said she, a little breathlessly, "at +your time of life you would not waste the days in idleness."</p> + +<p>"In truth it has been a gracious idleness!" he exclaimed.</p> + +<p>"At your time of life," she repeated, quickly, "why, to +be shut up in a farm——"</p> + +<p>"The Prince Ferdinand," said he, "though I would not +compare myself with him, found the time pass pleasantly +and sweetly enough, as I reckon, though he was shut up in +a cave. But then there was the fair Miranda to be his +companion. There is no Ariel to work such a charm for +me, else do you think I could ever bring myself to leave +so enchanting a neighborhood?"</p> + +<p>"Good sir," said she (in some anxiety to get away), "I +may not ask the reason of your being in hiding, though I +wish you well, and would fain hear there was no further +occasion for it. And I trust there may be none when next +you come to Warwickshire, and that those of our household +who have a better right to speak for it than I, will +have the chance of entertaining you. And now I would +bid you farewell."</p> + +<p>"No, dear Judith!" he exclaimed, with a kind of entreaty +in his voice. "Not altogether? Why, look at the +day!—would you have me say farewell to you on such a +day of gloom and cloud? Surely you will let me take +away a brighter picture of you, and Warwickshire, and our +brief meetings in these quiet spots—if go I must. In truth +I know not what may happen to me; I would speak plainer; +but I am no free agent; I can but beg of you to judge +me charitably, if ever you hear aught of me——"</p> + +<p>And here he stopped abruptly and paused, considering, +and obviously irresolute and perplexed.</p> + +<p>"Why," said he at length, and almost to himself—"why +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">229</a></span>should I go away at all? I will carry logs—if needs be—or +anything. Why should I go?"</p> + +<p>She knew instantly what he meant; and knew, also, that +it was high time for her to escape from so perilous a situation.</p> + +<p>"I pray you pardon me, good sir; but I must go. Come, +Don."</p> + +<p>"But one more meeting, sweet Mistress Judith," he +pleaded, "on a fairer day than this—you will grant as +much?"</p> + +<p>"I may not promise," said she; "but indeed I leave with +you my good wishes; and so, farewell!"</p> + +<p>"God shield you, dearest lady," said he, bowing low; +"you leave with me also a memory of your kindness that +will remain in my heart."</p> + +<p>Well, there was no doubt that she felt very much relieved +when she had left him and was nearing the town; and yet +she had a kind of pity for him too, as she thought of his +going away by himself to that lonely farm: one so gentle, +and so grateful for company, being shut up there on this +gloomy day. Whereas she was going back to a cheerful +house; Prudence was coming round to spend the afternoon +with them, and help to mark the new napery; and +then in the evening the whole of them, her father included, +were going to sup at Dr. Hall's, who had purchased a dishful +of ancient coins in one of his peregrinations, and would +have them come and examine them. Perhaps, after all, +that reference to Miranda was not meant to apply to her. +It was but natural he should speak of Miranda, having just +finished the play. And carrying logs: he could not mean +carrying logs for her father; that would be a foolish jest. +No, no; he would remain at the farm and spend the time +as best he could; and then, when this cloud blew over, he +would return to London, and carry with him (as she hoped) +some discreet rumor of the new work of her father's that +he had praised so highly, and perchance some mention of +the compliments paid by the King; and if, in course of +time, the young gentleman should make his way back to +Stratford again, and come to see them at New Place, and +if his pleasant manner and courtesy proved to be quite irresistible, +so that she had to allow the wizard's prophecy +to come true in spite of herself, why, then, it was the hand +of fate, and none of her doing, and she would have to accept +her destiny with as good a grace as might be.</p> + +<p>As she was going into the town she met Tom Quincy. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">230</a></span>He was on the other side of the roadway, and after one +swift glance at her, he lowered his eyes, and would have +passed on without speaking. And then it suddenly occurred +to her that she would put her pride in her pocket. +She knew quite well that her maidenly dignity had been +wounded by his suspicions, and that she ought to let him +go his own way if he chose. But, on the other hand (and +this she did not know), there was in her nature an odd +element of what might be called boyish generosity—of +frankness and common-sense and good comradeship. And +these two had been very stanch comrades in former days, +each being in a curious manner the protector of the other; +for while she many a time came to his aid—being a trifle +older than he, and always ready with her quick feminine +wit and ingenuity when they were both of them likely to +get into trouble—he, on his side, was her shield and bold +champion by reason of his superior stature and his strength, +and his terrible courage in face of bulls or barking dogs +and the like. For the moment she only thought of him as +her old companion; and she was a good-natured kind of +creature, and frank and boyish in her ways, and so she +stepped across the road, though there was some mud +about.</p> + +<p>"Why can't we be friends?" said she.</p> + +<p>"You have enough of other friends," said he.</p> + +<p>It was a rebuff; but still—she would keep down her girlish +pride.</p> + +<p>"I hope you are not going away from the country?" +said she.</p> + +<p>He did not meet her look; his eyes were fixed on the +ground.</p> + +<p>"What is there to keep me in it?" was his answer.</p> + +<p>"Why, what is there to keep any of us in it?" she said. +"Heaven's mercy, if we were all to run away when we +found something or another not quite to our liking, what +a fine thing that would be! Nay, I hope there is no truth +in it," she continued, looking at him, and not without some +memories of their escapades together when they were boy +and girl. "'Twould grieve many—indeed it would. I pray +you think better of it. If for no other, for my sake; we +used to be better friends."</p> + +<p>There were two figures now approaching.</p> + +<p>"Oh, here come Widow Clemms and her daughter," +she said; "a rare couple. 'Twill be meat and drink to +them to carry back a story. No matter. Now, fare you +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">231</a></span>well; but pray think better of it; there be many that would +grieve if you went away."</p> + +<p>He stole a look at her as she passed on: perhaps there +was a trifle more than usual of color in her radiant and sunny +face, because of the approach of the two women. It was +a lingering kind of look that he sent after her; and then +he, too, turned and went on his way—cursing the parson.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIV.</h2> + +<h3>A VISITOR.</h3> + +<p>Master Leofric Hope, on leaving Judith, returned to the +farm, but not to the solitude that had awakened her commiseration. +When he entered his room, which was at the +back of the house, and facing the southern horizon (that +alone showed some streaks of sunlight on this gloomy day), +he found a stranger there—and a stranger who had evidently +some notion of making himself comfortable, for he +had opened the window, and was now sitting on the sill, +and had just begun to smoke his pipe. His hat, his sword, +and sword-belt he had flung on the table.</p> + +<p>For a second the proper owner of the apartment knew not +who this new tenant might be—he being dark against the +light; but the next second he had recognized him, and +that with no good grace.</p> + +<p>"What the devil brings you here?" said he, sulkily.</p> + +<p>"A hearty welcome, truly!" the other said, with much +complacency. "After all my vexation in finding thee out! +A goodly welcome for an old friend! But no matter, Jack—come, +hast naught to offer one to drink? I have ridden +from Banbury this morning; and the plague take me if I +had not enough trouble ere I found the hare in her form. +But 'tis snug—'tis snug. The place likes me; though I +thought by now you might have company, and entered +with care. Come, man, be more friendly! Will you not +ask me to sit? Must I call the landlady—or the farmer's +wife—myself, and beg for a cup of something on so hot a +day? Where be your manners, Gentleman Jack?"</p> + +<p>"What the devil brings you into Warwickshire?" the +other repeated, as he threw his hat on the table, and +dropped into a chair, and stretched out his legs, without a +further look at his companion.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">232</a></span>"Nay, 'tis what the devil keeps thee here—that is the +graver question—though I know the answer right well. +Come, Jack, be reasonable! 'Tis for thy good I have +sought thee out. What, man, would you ruin us both?—for +I tell thee, the end is pressing and near."</p> + +<p>Seeing that his unwilling host would not even turn his +eyes toward him, he got down from the window-sill, and +came along to the table, and took a chair. He was a +short, stout young man, of puffy face and red hair, good-natured +in look, but with a curious glaze in his light blue-gray +eyes that told of the tavern and himself being pretty +close companions. His dress had some show of ornament +about it, though it was rather travel-stained and shabby; +he wore jewelled rings in his ears; and the handkerchief +which he somewhat ostentatiously displayed, if the linen +might have been whiter, was elaborately embroidered +with thread of Coventry blue. For the rest, he spoke +pleasantly and good-humoredly, and was obviously determined +not to take offence at his anything but hearty reception.</p> + +<p>"Hoy-day," said he, with a laugh, "what a bother I +had with the good dame here, that would scarce let me +come in! For how knew I what name you might be +dancing your latest galliard in?—not plain Jack Orridge, +I'll be bound!—what is't, your worship?—or your lordship, +perchance?—nay, but a lord would look best in the +eyes of a daughter of Will Shakespeare, that loveth to +have trumpets and drums going, and dukes and princes +stalking across his boards. But 'fore Heaven, now, Jack," +said he, interrupting himself, and sending an appealing +look round the room, "have you naught to drink in the +house? Came you ever to my lodging and found such +scurvy entertainment?"</p> + +<p>The reluctant host left the apartment for a second or +two, and presently returned, followed by the farmer's wife, +who placed on the table a jug of small beer, and some +bread and cheese. The bread and cheese did not find +much favor with the new-comer, but he drank a large +horn of the beer, and took to his pipe again.</p> + +<p>"Come, Jack, be friendly," said he; "'tis for thine +own good I have sought thee out."</p> + +<p>"I would you would mind your own business," the other +said, with a sullen frown remaining on his face.</p> + +<p>"Mine and yours are one, as I take it, good coz," his +companion said, coolly; and then he added in a more +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">233</a></span>friendly way: "Come, come, man, you know we must +sink or swim together. And sinking it will be, if you +give not up this madcap chase. Nay, you carry the jest +too far, <i>mon ami</i>. 'Twas a right merry tale at the beginning—the +sham wizard, and your coquetting with Will +Shakespeare's daughter to while away the time; 'twas a +prank would make them roar at the Cranes in the Vintry; +and right well done, I doubt not—for, in truth, if you +were not such a gallant gentleman, you might win to a +place in the theatres as well as any of them; but to come +back here again—to hide yourself away again—and when +I tell you they will no longer forbear, but will clap thee +into jail if they have not their uttermost penny—why, 'tis +pure moonshine madness to risk so much for a jest!"</p> + +<p>"I tell thee 'tis no jest at all!" the other said, angrily. +"In Heaven's name, what brought you here?"</p> + +<p>"Am I to have no care of myself, then, that am your +surety, and have their threats from hour to hour?"</p> + +<p>He laughed in a stupid kind of way, and filled out some +more beer and drank it off thirstily.</p> + +<p>"We had a merry night, last night, at Banbury," said +he. "I must pluck a hair of the same wolf to-day. And +what say you? No jest? Nay, you look sour enough to +be virtuous, by my life, or to get into a pulpit and preach +a sermon against fayles and tick-tack, as wiles of the devil. +No jest? Have you been overthrown at last—by a country +wench? Must you take to the plough, and grow +turnips? Why, I should as soon expect to see Gentleman +Jack consort with the Finsbury archers, or go a-ducking +to Islington ponds! Our Gentleman Jack a farmer! The +price of wheat, goodman Dickon?—how fatten your pigs?—will +the fine weather last, think you? Have done with +this foolery, man! If all comes to the worst, 'twere better +we should take to the road, you and I, and snip a purse +when chance might serve."</p> + +<p>"You?" said his companion, with only half-concealed +contempt. "The first click of a pistol would find you behind +a hedge."</p> + +<p>"Why, old lad," said the other (who did not seem to +have heard that remark, during his pouring out of another +hornful of beer), "I know you better than you +know yourself. This time, you say, 'tis serious—ay, but +how many times before hast thou said the same? And +ever the wench is the fairest of her kind, and a queen? +For how long?—a <span class="err" title="original: fornight">fortnight</span>!—perchance three weeks. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">234</a></span>Oh, the wonder of her! And 'tis all a love-worship; and +the praising of her hands and ankles; and Tom Morley's +ditty about a lover and his lass,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'That through the green corn fields did pass<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In the pretty spring-time,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Ring-a-ding-ding!'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Ay, for a fortnight; and then Gentleman Jack discovers +that some wench of the Bankside hath brighter eyes and +freer favors than the country beauty, and you hear no +more of him until he has ne'er a penny left, and comes +begging his friends to be surety for him, or to write to his +grandam at Oxford, saying how virtuous a youth he is, +and in how sad a plight. Good Lord, that were an end!—should +you have to go back to the old dame at last, and +become tapster—no more acting of your lordship and +worship—what ho, there! thou lazy knave, a flask of +Rhenish, and put speed into thy rascal heels!"</p> + +<p>The cloud on his companion's face had been darkening.</p> + +<p>"Peace, drunken fool!" he muttered—but between his +teeth, for he did not seem to wish to anger this stranger.</p> + +<p>"Come, come, man," the other said, jovially, "unwitch +thee! unwitch thee! Fetch back thy senses. What?—wouldst +thou become a jest and byword for every tavern +table between the Temple and the Tower? Nay, I cannot +believe it of thee, Jack. Serious? Ay, as you have +been twenty times before. Lord, what a foot and ankle!—and +she the queen o' the world—the rose and crown +and queen o' the world—and the sighing o' moonlight +nights—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Mignonne, tant je vous aime,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mais vous ne m'aimez pas'—<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">and we are all to be virtuous and live cleanly for the rest +of our lives; but the next time you see Gentleman Jack, +lo, you, now!—'tis at the Bear-house; his pockets lined +with angels wrung from old Ely of Queenhithe; and as +for his company—Lord! Lord! And as it hath been before, +so 'twill be again, as said Solomon the wise man; +only that this time—mark you now, Jack—this time it +were well if you came to your senses at once; for I tell +thee that Ely and the rest of them have lost all patience, +and they know this much of thy Stratford doings, that if +they cannot exactly name thy whereabout, they can come +within a stone's-cast of thee. And if I come to warn thee—as +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">235</a></span>is the office of a true friend and an old companion—why +shouldst thou sit there with a sulky face, man? Did +I ever treat thee so in Fetter Lane?"</p> + +<p>While he had been talking, a savory odor had begun to +steal into the apartment, and presently the farmer's wife +appeared, and proceeded to spread the cloth for dinner. +Her lodger had given no orders; but she had taken his +return as sufficient signal, and naturally she assumed that +his friend would dine with him. Accordingly, in due +course, there was placed on the board a smoking dish of +cow-heel and bacon, with abundance of ale and other garnishings; +and as this fare seemed more tempting to the +new-comer than the bread and cheese, he needed no pressing +to draw his chair to the table. It was not a sumptuous +feast; but it had a beneficial effect on both of them—sobering +the one, and rendering the other somewhat more +placable. Master Leofric Hope—as he had styled himself—was +still in a measure taciturn; but his guest—whose +name, it appeared, was Francis Lloyd—had ceased his uncomfortable +banter; and indeed all his talk now was of the +charms and wealth of a certain widow who lived in a +house near to Gray's Inn, on the road to Hampstead. He +had been asked to dine with the widow; and he gave a +magniloquent description of the state she kept—of her +serving-men, and her furniture, and her plate, and the +manner in which she entertained her friends.</p> + +<p>"And why was I," said he—"why was poor Frank Lloyd—that +could scarce get the wherewithal to pay for a rose +for his ear—why was he picked out for so great a favor? +Why, but that he was known to be a friend of handsome +Jack Orridge. 'Where be your friend Master Orridge, +now?' she says, for she hath sometimes a country trick in +her speech, hath the good lady. 'Business, madam—affairs +of great import,' I say to her, 'keep him still in the +country.' Would I tell her the wolves were waiting to +rend you should you be heard of anywhere within London +city? 'Handsome Jack, they call him, is't not so?' says +she. Would I tell her thou wert called 'Gentleman Jack?' +as if thou hadst but slim right to the title. Then says she +to one of the servants, 'Fill the gentleman's cup.' Lord, +Jack, what a sherris that was!—'twas meat and drink; a +thing to put marrow in your bones—cool and clear it was, +and rich withal—cool on the tongue and warm in the +stomach. 'Fore Heaven, Jack, if thou hast not ever a cup +of that wine ready for me when I visit thee, I will say thou +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">236</a></span>hast no more gratitude than a toad. And then says she +to all the company (raising her glass the while), 'Absent +friends;' but she nods and smiles to me, as one would say: +'We know whom we mean; we know.' Lord, that sherris, +Jack! I have the taste of it in my mouth now; I dream +o' nights there is a jug of it by me."</p> + +<p>"Dreaming or waking, there is little else in thy head," +said the other; "nor in thy stomach, either."</p> + +<p>"Is it a bargain, Jack?" he said, looking up from his +plate and regarding his companion with a fixed look.</p> + +<p>"A bargain?"</p> + +<p>"I tell thee 'tis the only thing will save us now." This +Frank Lloyd said with more seriousness than he had hitherto +shown. "Heavens, man, you must cease this idling; +I tell thee they are not in the frame for further delay. +'Tis the Widow Becket or the King's highway, one or +t'other, if you would remain a free man; and as for the +highway, why, 'tis an uncertain trade, and I know that +Gentleman Jack is no lover of broken heads. What else +would you? Live on in a hole like this? Nay, but they +would not suffer you. I tell you they are ready to hunt +you out at this present moment. Go beyond seas? Ay, +and forsake the merry nights at the Cranes and the Silver +Hind? When thy old grandam is driven out of all patience, +and will not even forth with a couple of shillings to buy +you wine and radish for your breakfast, 'tis a bad case. +Wouldst go down to Oxford and become tapster?—Gentleman +Jack, that all of them think hath fine fat acres in +the west country, and a line of ancestors reaching back to +Noah the sailor or Adam gardener. Come, man, unwitch +thee! Collect thy senses. If this sorry jest of thine be +growing serious—and I confess I had some thought of it, +when you would draw on Harry Condell for the mere +naming of the wench's name—then, o' Heaven's name, +come away and get thee out of such foolery! I tell thee +thou art getting near an end, o' one way or another; and +wouldst thou have me broken too, that have ever helped +thee, and shared my last penny with thee?"</p> + +<p>"Broken?" said his friend, with a laugh. "If there be +any in the country more broken than you and I are at this +moment, Frank, I wish them luck of their fortunes. But +still there is somewhat for you. You have not pawned +those jewels in your ears yet. And your horse—you rode +hither, said you not?—well, I trust it is a goodly beast, for +it may have to save thee from starvation ere long."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">237</a></span>"Nay, ask me not how I came by the creature," said he, +"but 'tis not mine, I assure ye."</p> + +<p>"Whose, then?"</p> + +<p>Master Frank Lloyd shrugged his shoulders.</p> + +<p>"If you cannot guess my errand," said he, "you cannot +guess who equipped me."</p> + +<p>"Nay," said his friend, who was now in a much better +humor, "read me no riddles, Frank. I would fain know +who knew thee so little as to lend thee a horse and see +thee ride forth with it. Who was't, Frank?"</p> + +<p>His companion looked up and regarded him.</p> + +<p>"The Widow Becket," he answered, coolly.</p> + +<p>"What?" said the other, laughing. "Art thou so far +in the good dame's graces, and yet would have me go to +London and marry her?"</p> + +<p>"'Tis no laughing matter, Master Jack, as you may find +out ere long," the other said. "The good lady lent me +the horse, 'tis true; else how could I have come all the +way into Warwickshire?—ay, and lent me an angel or two +to appease the villain landlords. I tell thee she is as +bountiful as the day. Lord, what a house!—I'll take my +oath that Master Butler hath a good fat capon and a bottle +of claret each evening for his supper—if he have not, his +face belieth him. And think you she would be niggard +with Handsome Jack? Nay, but a gentleman must have +his friends; ay, and his suppers at the tavern, when the +play is over; and store of pieces in his purse to make you +good company. Why, man, thy fame would spread through +the Blackfriars, I warrant you: where is the hostess that +would not simper and ogle and court'sy to Gentleman Jack, +when that he came among them, slapping the purse in his +pouch?"</p> + +<p>"'Tis a fair picture," his friend said. "Thy wits have +been sharpened by thy long ride, Frank. And think you +the buxom widow would consent, were one to make bold +and ask her? Nay, nay; 'tis thy dire need hath driven +thee to this excess of fancy."</p> + +<p>For answer Master Lloyd proceeded to bring forth a +small box, which he opened, and took therefrom a finger +ring. It was a man's ring, of massive setting; the stone +of a deep blood-red, and graven with an intaglio of a Roman +bust. He pushed it across the table.</p> + +<p>"The horse was lent," said he, darkly. "That—if it +please you—you may keep and wear."</p> + +<p>"What mean you?" Leofric Hope said, in some surprise.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">238</a></span>"'I name no thing, and I mean no thing,'" said he, +quoting a phrase from a popular ballad. "If you understand +not, 'tis a pity. I may not speak more plainly. But +bethink you that poor Frank Lloyd was not likely to have +the means of purchasing thee such a pretty toy, much as +he would like to please his old friend. Nay, canst thou +not see, Jack? 'Tis a message, man! More I may not +say. Take it and wear it, good lad; and come back boldly +to London; and we will face the harpies, and live as free +men, ere a fortnight be over. What?—must I speak? +Nay, an' you understand not, I will tell no more."</p> + +<p>He understood well enough; and he sat for a second or +two moodily regarding the ring; but he did not take it +up. Then he rose from the table, and began to walk up +and down the room.</p> + +<p>"Frank," said he, "couldst thou but see this wench——"</p> + +<p>"Nay, nay, spare me the catalogue," his friend answered, +quickly. "I heard thee declare that Ben Jonson had no +words to say how fair she was: would you better his description +and overmaster him? And fair or not fair, 'tis +all the same with thee; any petticoat can bewitch thee out +of thy senses: Black Almaine or New Almaine may be +the tune, but 'tis ever the same dance; and such a heaving +of sighs and despair!—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Thy gown was of the grassy green,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy sleeves of satin hanging by;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which made thee be our harvest queen—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yet thou wouldst not love me.'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">'Tis a pleasant pastime, friend Jack; but there comes an +end. I know not which be the worse, wenches or usurers, +for landing a poor lad in jail; but both together, Jack—and +that is thy case—they are not like to let thee escape. +'Tis not to every one in such a plight there cometh a talisman +like that pretty toy there: beshrew me, what a thing +it is in this world to have a goodly presence!"</p> + +<p>He now rose from the table and went to the door, and +called aloud for some one to bring him a light. When that +was brought, and his pipe set going, he sat him down on +the bench by the empty fire-place, for the seat seemed +comfortable, and there he smoked with much content, +while his friend continued to pace up and down the apartment, +meditating over his own situation, and seemingly +not over well pleased with the survey.</p> + +<p>Presently something in one of the pigeon-holes over the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">239</a></span>fire-place attracted the attention of the visitor; and having +nothing better to do (for he would leave his friend time to +ponder over what he had said), he rose and pulled forth a +little bundle of sheets of paper that opened in his hand as +he sat down again.</p> + +<p>"What's this, Jack?" said he. "Hast become playwright? +Surely all of this preachment is not in praise of +the fair damsel's eyebrows?"</p> + +<p>His friend turned round, saw what he had got hold of, +and laughed.</p> + +<p>"That, now," said he, "were something to puzzle the +wits with, were one free to go to London. I had some +such jest in mind; but perchance 'twas more of idleness +that made me copy out the play."</p> + +<p>"'Tis not yours, then? Whose?" said Master Frank +Lloyd, looking over the pages with some curiosity.</p> + +<p>"Whose? Why, 'tis by one Will Shakespeare, that you +may have heard of. Would it not puzzle them, Frank? +Were it not a good jest, now, to lay it before some learned +critic and ask his worship's opinion? Or to read it at the +Silver Hind as of thy writing? Would not Dame Margery +weep with joy? Out upon the Mermaid!—have we not +poets of our own?"</p> + +<p>He had drawn near, and was looking down at the sheets +that his friend was examining.</p> + +<p>"I tell thee this, Jack," the latter said, in his cool way, +"there is more than a jest to be got out of a play by Will +Shakespeare. Would not the booksellers give us the price +of a couple of nags for it if we were pressed so far?"</p> + +<p>"Mind thine own business, fool!" was the angry rejoinder; +and ere he knew what had happened his hands were empty.</p> + +<hr class="l5" /> + +<p>And at that same moment, away over there in Stratford +town, Judith was in the garden, trying to teach little Bess +Hall to dance, and merrily laughing the while. And when +the dancing lesson was over she would try a singing lesson; +and now the child was on Judith's shoulder, and had +hold of her bonny sun-brown curls.</p> + +<p>"Well done, Bess; well done! Now again—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'The hunt is up—the hunt is up—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Awake, my lady dear!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O a morn in spring is the sweetest thing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cometh in all the year!'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">Well done indeed! Will not my father praise thee, lass; +and what more wouldst thou have for all thy pains?"</p> + +<hr class="l65" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">240</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XXV.</h2> + +<h3>AN APPEAL.</h3> + +<p>Great changes were in store. To begin with, there were +rumors of her father being about to return to London. +Then Dr. Hall was summoned away into Worcestershire +by a great lady living there, who was continually fancying +herself at the brink of death, and manifesting on such occasions +a terror not at all in consonance with her professed +assurance that she was going to a happier sphere. As it +was possible that Dr. Hall would seize this opportunity +to pay several other professional visits in the neighboring +county, it was proposed that Susan and her daughter +should come for a while to New Place, and that Judith +should at the same time go and stay with her grandmother +at Shottery, to cheer the old dame somewhat. And so it +happened, on this July morning, that Judith's mother having +gone round to see her elder daughter about all these +arrangements, Judith found herself not only alone in the +house, but, as rarely chanced, with nothing to do.</p> + +<p>She tried to extract some music from her sister's lute, +but that was a failure; she tried half a dozen other things; +and then it occurred to her—for the morning was fine and +clear, and she was fond of the meadows and of open air +and sunlight—that she would walk round to the grammar +school and beg for a half-holiday for Willie Hart. He, as +well as Bess Hall, was under her tuition; and there were +things she could teach him of quite as much value (as she +considered) as anything to be learned at a desk. At the +same time, before going to meet the staring eyes of all +those boys, she thought she might as well repair to her +own room and smarten up her attire—even to the extent, +perhaps, of putting on her gray beaver hat with the row +of brass beads.</p> + +<p>That was not at all necessary. Nothing of the kind was +needful to make Judith Shakespeare attractive and fascinating +and wonderful to that crowd of lads. The fact was, +the whole school of them were more or less secretly in +love with her; and this, so far from procuring Willie Hart +such bumps and thrashings that he might have received +from a solitary rival, gained for him; on the contrary, a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">241</a></span>mysterious favor and good-will that showed itself in a hundred +subtle ways. For he was in a measure the dispenser +of Judith's patronage. When he was walking along the +street with her he would tell her the name of this one or +that of his companions (in case she had forgotten), and she +would stop and speak to him kindly, and hope he was getting +on well with his tasks. Also the other lads, on the +strength of Willie Hart's intermediation, would now make +bold to say, with great politeness, "Give ye good-morrow, +Mistress Judith," when they met her, and sometimes she +would pause for a moment and chat with one of them, +and make some inquiries of him as to whether her cousin +did not occasionally need a little help in his lessons from +the bigger boys. Then there was a kind of fury of assistance +instantly promised; and the youth would again remember +his good manners, and bid her formally farewell, and go +on his way, with his heart and his cheeks alike afire, and +his brain gone a-dancing. Even that dread being, the +head-master, had no frown for her when she went boldly +up to his desk, in the very middle of the day's duties, to +demand some favor. Nay, he would rather detain her +with a little pleasant conversation, and would at times become +almost facetious (at sight of which the spirits of the +whole school rose into a seventh heaven of equanimity). +And always she got what she wanted; and generally, before +leaving, she would give one glance down the rows of +oaken benches, singling out her friends here and there, +and, alas! not thinking at all of the deadly wounds she +was thus dealing with those lustrous and shining eyes.</p> + +<p>Well, on this morning she had no difficulty in rescuing +her cousin from the dull captivity of the school-room; +and hand in hand they went along and down to the river-side +and to the meadows there. But seemingly she had no +wish to get much farther from the town; for the truth was +that she lacked assurance as yet that Master Leofric Hope +had left that neighborhood; and she was distinctly of a +mind to avoid all further communications with him until, +if ever, he should be able to come forward openly and declare +himself to the small world in which she lived. Accordingly +she did not lead Willie Hart far along the river-side +path; they rather kept to seeking about the banks +and hedge-rows for wild flowers—the pink and white bells +of the bind-weed she was mostly after, and these did not +abound there—until at last they came to a stile; and there +she sat down, and would have her cousin sit beside her, so +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">242</a></span>that she should give him some further schooling as to all +that he was to do and think and be in the coming years. +She had far other things than Lilly's Grammar to teach +him. The Sententiæ Pueriles contained no instruction as +to how, for example, a modest and well-conducted youth +should approach his love-maiden to discover whether her +heart was well inclined toward him. And although her +timid-eyed pupil seemed to take but little interest in the +fair creature that was thus being provided for him in the +future, and was far more anxious to know how he was to +win Judith's approval, either now or then, still he listened +contentedly enough, for Judith's voice was soft and musical. +Nay, he put that imaginary person out of his mind altogether. +It was Judith, and Judith alone, whom he saw +in these forecasts. Would he have any other supplant her +in his dreams and visions of what was to be? This world +around him—the smooth-flowing Avon, the wooded banks, +the wide white skies, the meadows and fields and low-lying +hills: was not she the very spirit and central life and light +of all these? Without her, what would these be?—dead +things; the mystery and wonder gone out of them; a +world in darkness. But he could not think of that; the +world he looked forward to was filled with light, for Judith +was there, the touch of her hand as gentle as ever, her +eyes still as kind.</p> + +<p>"So must you be accomplished at all points, sweetheart," +she was continuing, "that you shame her not in any company, +whatever the kind of it may be. If they be grave, +and speak of the affairs of the realm, then must you know +how the country is governed, as becomes a man (though, +being a woman, alack! I cannot help you there), and you +must have opinions about what is best for England, and be +ready to uphold them, too. Then, if the company be of a +gayer kind, again you shall not shame her, but take part +in all the merriment; and if there be dancing, you shall +not go to the door, and hang about like a booby; you must +know the new dances, every one; for would you have your +sweetheart dance with others, and you standing by? That +were a spite, I take it, for both of you!—nay, would not +the wench be angry to be so used? Let me see, now—what +is the name of it?—the one that is danced to the tune +of 'The Merchant's Daughter went over the Field?'—have +I shown you that, sweetheart?"</p> + +<p>"I know not, Cousin Judith," said he.</p> + +<p>"Come, then," said she, blithely; and she took him by +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">243</a></span>the hand and placed him opposite her in the meadow. +"Look you, now, the four at the top cross hands—so (you +must imagine the other two, sweetheart); and all go round +once—so; and then they change hands, and go back the +other way—so; and then each takes his own partner, and +away they go round the circle, and back to their place. +Is it not simple, cousin? Come, now, let us try properly."</p> + +<p>And so they began again; and for music she lightly +hummed a verse of a song that was commonly sung to the +same tune:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Maid, will you love me, yes or no?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell me the truth, and let me go.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"The other hand, Willie—quick!"</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It can be no less than a sinful deed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">(Trust me truly)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To linger a lover that looks to speed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">(In due time duly).<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Why, is it not simple!" she said, laughing. "But +now, instead of crossing hands, I think it far the prettier +way that they should hold their hands up together—so: +shall we try it, sweetheart?"</p> + +<p>And then she had to sing another verse of the ballad:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Consider, sweet, what sighs and sobs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Do nip my heart with cruel throbs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all, my dear, for the love of you<br /></span> +<span class="i2">(Trust me truly);<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I hope that you will some mercy show<br /></span> +<span class="i2">(In due time duly).<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"And then," she continued, when they had finished that +laughing rehearsal, "should the fiddles begin to squeal and +screech—which is as much as to say, 'Now, all of you, kiss +your partners!'—then shall you not bounce forward and +seize the wench by the neck, as if you were a ploughboy +besotted with ale, and have her hate thee for destroying +her head-gear and her hair. No, you shall come forward +in this manner, as if to do her great courtesy, and you shall +take her hand and bend one knee—and make partly a jest +of it, but not altogether a jest—and then you shall kiss her +hand, and rise and retire. Think you the maiden will not +be proud that you have shown her so much honor and respect +in public?—ay, and when she and you are thereafter +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">244</a></span>together, by yourselves, I doubt not but that she may +be willing to make up to you for your forbearance and +courteous treatment of her. Marry, with that I have naught +to do; 'tis as the heart of the wench may happen to be inclined; +though you may trust me she will be well content +that you show her other than ale-house manners; and if +'tis but a matter of a kiss that you forego, because you +would pay her courtesy in public, why, then, as I say, she +may make that up to thee, or she is no woman else. I wonder, +now, what the Bonnybel will be like—or tall, or dark, +or fair——"</p> + +<p>"I wish never to see her, Judith," said he, simply.</p> + +<p>However, there was to be no further discussion of this +matter, nor yet greensward rehearsals of dancing; for they +now descried coming to them the little maid who waited +on Judith's grandmother. She seemed in a hurry, and had +a basket over her arm.</p> + +<p>"How now, little Cicely?" Judith said, as she drew near.</p> + +<p>"I have sought you everywhere, so please you, Mistress +Judith," the little maid said, breathlessly, "for I was coming +in to the town—on some errands—and—and I met the +stranger gentleman that came once or twice to the house—and—and +he would have me carry a message to you——"</p> + +<p>"Prithee, good lass," said Judith, instantly, and with +much composure, "go thy way back home. I wish for no +message."</p> + +<p>"He seemed in sore distress," the little maid said, diffidently.</p> + +<p>"How, then? Did a gentleman of his tall inches seek +help from such a mite as thou?"</p> + +<p>"He would fain see you, sweet mistress, and but for a +moment," the girl answered, being evidently desirous of +getting the burden of the message off her mind. "He bid +me say he would be in the lane going to Bidford, or thereabout, +for the next hour or two, and would crave a word +with you—out of charity, the gentleman said, or something +of the like—and that it might be the last chance of seeing +you ere he goes, and that I was to give his message to you +very secretly."</p> + +<p>Well, she scarcely knew what to do. At their last interview +he had pleaded for another opportunity of saying +farewell to her, and she had not definitely refused; but, on +the other hand, she would much rather have seen nothing +further of him in these present circumstances. His half-reckless +references to Prince Ferdinand undergoing any +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">245</a></span>kind of hardship for the sake of winning the fair Miranda +were of a dangerous cast. She did not wish to meet him +on that ground at all, even to have her suspicions removed. +But if he were really in distress? And this his last day in +the neighborhood? It seemed a small matter to grant.</p> + +<p>"What say you, Cousin Willie?" said she, good-naturedly. +"Shall we go and see what the gentleman would +have of us? I cannot, unless with thee as my shield and +champion."</p> + +<p>"If you wish it, Cousin Judith," said he: what would he +not do that she wished?</p> + +<p>"And Cicely—shall we all go?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, so please you, Mistress Judith," the girl said; "I +have to go back for my errands. I have been running +everywhere to seek you."</p> + +<p>"Then, Willie, come along," said she, lightly. "We +must get across the fields to the Evesham road."</p> + +<p>And so the apple-cheeked little maiden trudged back to +the town with her basket, while Judith and her companion +went on their way across the meadows. There was a kind +of good-humored indifference in her consent, though she +felt anxious that the interview should be as brief as possible. +She had had more time of late to think over all the +events that had recently happened—startling events enough +in so quiet and even a life; and occasionally she bethought +her of the wizard, and of the odd coincidence of her meeting +this young gentleman at the very spot that had been +named. She had tried to laugh aside certain recurrent +doubts and surmises, and was only partially successful. +And she had a vivid recollection of the relief she had experienced +when their last interview came to an end.</p> + +<p>"You must gather me some flowers, sweetheart," said +she, "while I am speaking to this gentleman; perchance +he may have something to say of his own private affairs."</p> + +<p>"I will go on to your grandmother's garden," said he, +"if you wish it, Cousin Judith, and get you the flowers +there."</p> + +<p>"Indeed, no," she answered, patting him on the shoulder. +"Would you leave me without my champion? Nay, but +if you stand aside a little, that the gentleman may speak +in confidence, if that be his pleasure, surely that will be +enough."</p> + +<p>They had scarcely entered the lane when he made his +appearance, and the moment she set eyes on him she saw +that something had happened. His face seemed haggard +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">246</a></span>and anxious—nay, his very manner was changed; where +was the elaborate courtesy with which he had been wont +to approach her?</p> + +<p>"Judith," said he, hurriedly, "I must risk all now. I +must speak plain. I—I scarce hoped you would give me +the chance."</p> + +<p>But she was in no alarm.</p> + +<p>"Now, sweetheart," said she, calmly, to the little lad, +"you may get me the flowers; and if you find any more +of the bind-weed bells and the St. John's wort, so much the +better."</p> + +<p>Then she turned to Master Leofric Hope.</p> + +<p>"I trust you have had no ill news," said she, but in a +kind way.</p> + +<p>"Indeed, I have. Well, I know not which way to take +it," he said, in a sort of desperate fashion. "It might be +good news. But I am hard pressed; 'twill be sink or +swim with me presently. Well, there is one way of safety +opened to me: 'tis for you to say whether I shall take it +or not."</p> + +<p>"I, sir?" she said; and she was so startled that she almost +recoiled a step.</p> + +<p>"Nay, but first I must make a confession," said he, +quickly, "whatever comes of it. Think of me what you +will, I will tell you the truth. Shall I beg for your forgiveness +beforehand?"</p> + +<p>He was regarding her earnestly and anxiously, and there +was nothing but kindness and a dim expression of concern +in his honest, frank face and in the beautiful eyes.</p> + +<p>"No, I will not," he said. "Doubtless you will be angry, +and with just cause; and you will go away. Well, +this is the truth. The devils of usurers were after me; I +had some friends not far from here; I escaped to them; +and they sought out this hiding for me. Then I had heard of +you—you will not forgive me, but this is the truth—I had +heard of your beauty; and Satan himself put it into my +head that I must see you. I thought it would be a pastime, +to while away this cursed hiding, if I could get to +know you without discovering myself. I sent you a message. +I was myself the wizard. Heaven is my witness +that when I saw you at the corner of the field up there, +and heard you speak, and looked on your gracious and +gentle ways, remorse went to my heart; but how could I +forego seeking to see you again? It was a stupid jest. +It was begun in thoughtlessness; but now the truth is +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">247</a></span>before you: I was myself the wizard; and—and my name +is not Leofric Hope, but John Orridge—a worthless poor +devil that is ashamed to stand before you."</p> + +<p>Well, the color had mounted to her face: for she saw +clearly the invidious position that this confession had +placed her in; but she was far less startled than he had +expected. She had already regarded this trick as a possible +thing, and she had also fully considered what she +ought to do in such circumstances. Now, when the circumstances +were actually laid before her, she made no display +of wounded pride, or of indignant anger, or anything +of the kind.</p> + +<p>"I pray you," said she, with a perfect and simple dignity, +"pass from that. I had no such firm belief in the +wizard's prophecies. I took you as you represented yourself +to be, a stranger, met by chance, one who was known +to my father's friends, and who was in misfortune; and if +I have done aught beyond what I should have done in +such a pass, I trust you will put it down to our country +manners, that are perchance less guarded than those of +the town."</p> + +<p>For an instant—there was not the slightest doubt of it—actual +tears stood in the young man's eyes.</p> + +<p>"By heavens," he exclaimed, "I think you must be the +noblest creature God ever made! You do not drive me +away in scorn; you have no reproaches? And I—to be +standing here—telling you such a tale——"</p> + +<p>"I pray you, sir, pass from that," said she. "What +of your own fortune? You are quitting the neighborhood?"</p> + +<p>"But how can you believe me in anything, since you +know how I have deceived you?" said he, as if he could +not understand how she should make no sign of her displeasure.</p> + +<p>"'Twas but a jest, as you say," she answered, good-naturedly, +but still with a trifle of reserve. "And no harm +has come of it. I would leave it aside, good sir."</p> + +<p>"Harm?" said he, regarding her with a kind of anxious +timidity. "That may or may not be, sweet lady, as time +will show. If I dared but speak to you—well, bethink +you of my meeting you here from day to day, in these +quiet retreats, and seeing such a sweetness and beauty +and womanliness as I have never met in the world before—such +a wonder of gentleness and kindness——"</p> + +<p>"I would ask you to spare me these compliments," said +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">248</a></span>she, simply. "I thought 'twas some serious matter you +had in hand."</p> + +<p>"Serious enough i' faith!" he said, in an altered tone, +as if she had recalled him to a sense of the position in +which he stood. "But there is the one way out of it, +after all. I can sell my life away for money to pacify +those fiends; nay, besides that, I should live in abundance, +doubtless, and be esteemed a most fortunate gentleman, +and one to be envied. A gilded prison-house and +slavery; but what would the fools think of that if they +saw me with a good fat purse at the tavern?"</p> + +<p>Again he regarded her.</p> + +<p>"There is another way yet, however, if I must needs +trouble you, dear Mistress Judith, with my poor affairs. +What if I were to break with that accursed London altogether, +and go off and fight my way in another country, +as many a better man hath done? ay, and there be still +one or two left who would help me to escape if they saw me +on the way to reform, as they would call it. And what +would I not do in that way—ay, or in any way—if I could +hope for a certain prize to be won at the end of it all?"</p> + +<p>"And that, good sir?"</p> + +<p>"That," said he, watching her face—"the reward that +would be enough and more than enough for all I might +suffer would be just this—to find Judith Shakespeare +coming to meet me in this very lane."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, sir," was her immediate and incoherent exclamation; +and then she promptly pulled herself together, +and said, with some touch of pride: "Indeed, good sir, +you talk wildly. I scarce understand how you can be in +such grave trouble."</p> + +<p>"Then," said he, and he was rather pale, and spoke +slowly, "it would be no manner of use for any poor Ferdinand +of these our own days to go bearing logs or suffering +any hardships that might arise? There would be no +Miranda waiting for him, after all?"</p> + +<p>She colored deeply; she could not affect to misunderstand +the repeated allusion; and all she had in her mind +now was to leave him and get away from him, and yet +without unkindness or anger.</p> + +<p>"Good sir," said she, with such equanimity as she could +muster, "if that be your meaning—if that be why you +wished to see me again—and no mere continuance of an +idle jest, plain speech will best serve our turn. I trust no +graver matters occupy your mind; as for this, you must +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">249</a></span>put that away. It was with no thought of any such thing +that I—that I met you once or twice, and—and lent you +such reading as might pass the time for you. And perchance +I was too free in that, and in my craving to hear +of my father and his friends in London, and the rest. But +what you say now, if I understand you aright—well, I had +no thought of any such thing. Indeed, good sir, if I have +done wrong in listening to you about my father's friends, +'twas in the hope that soon or late you would continue the +tale in my father's house. But now—what you say—bids +me to leave you—and yet in no anger—for in truth I wish +you well."</p> + +<p>She gave him her hand, and he held it for a moment.</p> + +<p>"Is this your last word, Judith?" said he.</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes, indeed," she answered, rather breathlessly +and earnestly. "I may not see you again. I pray +Heaven your troubles may soon be over; and perchance +you may meet my father in London, and become one of +his friends; then might I hear of your better fortunes. +'Twould be welcome news, believe me. And now fare +you well."</p> + +<p>He stooped to touch her hand with his lips; but he said +not a word; and she turned away without raising her eyes. +He stood there motionless and silent, watching her and +the little boy as they walked along the lane toward the +village—regarding them in an absent kind of way, and +yet with no great expression of sadness or hopelessness in +his face. Then he turned and made for the highway to +Bidford; and he was saying to himself as he went along:</p> + +<p>"Well, there goes one chance in life, for good or ill. +And what if I had been more persistent? What if she had +consented, or even half consented, or said that in the future +I might come back with some small modicum of hope? +Nay: the devil only knows where I should get logs to carry +for the winning of so fair a reward. Frank Lloyd is +right. My case is too desperate. So fare you well, sweet +maiden; keep you to your quiet meadows and your wooded +lanes: and the clown that will marry you will give +you a happier life than ever you could have had with Jack +Orridge and his broken fortunes."</p> + +<p>Indeed, he seemed in no downcast mood. As he walked +along the highway he was absently watching the people +in the distant fields, or idly whistling the tune of "Calen +o Custure me." But by and by, as he drew near the farm, +his face assumed a more sombre look; and when, coming +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">250</a></span>still nearer, he saw Frank Lloyd calmly standing at the +door of the stables, smoking his pipe, there was a sullen +frown on his forehead that did not promise well for the +cheerfulness of that journey to London which Master Lloyd +had sworn he would not undertake until his friend was +ready to accompany him.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVI.</h2> + +<h3>TO LONDON TOWN.</h3> + +<p>But that was not the departure for London which was +soon to bring Judith a great heaviness of heart, and cause +many a bitter fit of crying when that she was lying awake +o' nights. She would rather have let all her lovers go, +and welcome, a hundred times over. But, as the days +passed, it became more and more evident, from certain +preparations, that her father was about to leave Stratford +for the south, and finally the very moment was fixed. Judith +strove to keep a merry face (for so she had been bid), +but again and again she was on the point of going to him +and falling on her knees and begging him to remain with +them. She knew that he would laugh at her; but did he +quite know what going away from them meant? And the +use of it? Had they not abundance? Still, she was afraid +of being chid for meddling in matters beyond her; and so +she went about her duties with as much cheerfulness as +she could assume; though, when in secret conclave with +Prudence, and talking of this, and what the house would +be like when he was gone, quiet tears would steal down +her face in the dusk.</p> + +<p>To suit the convenience of one or two neighbors, who +were also going to London, the day of departure had been +postponed; but at last the fatal morning arrived. Judith, +from an early hour, was on the watch, trying to get some +opportunity of saying good-by to her father by herself +(and not before all the strangers who would soon be gathering +together), but always she was defeated, for he was busy +in-doors with many things, and every one was lending a +helping hand. Moreover, she was in an excited and trembling +state; and more than once she had to steal away to +her chamber and bathe her eyes with water lest that they +should tell any tale when he regarded her. But the climax +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">251</a></span>of her misfortunes was this. When the hour for leaving +was drawing nigh she heard him go out and into the garden, +doubtless with the intention of locking up the cupboard +in the summer-house; and so she presently and +swiftly stole out after him, thinking that now would be her +chance. Alas! the instant she had passed through the +back-court door she saw that Matthew gardener had forestalled +her; and not only that, but he had brought a visitor +with him—the master constable, Grandfather Jeremy, +whom she knew well. Anger filled her heart; but there +was no time to stand on her dignity. She would not retire +from the field. She walked forward boldly, and stood by +her father's side, as much as to say: "Well, this is my place. +What do you want? Why this intrusion at such a time?"</p> + +<p>Grandfather Jeremy was a little, thin, round-shouldered +ancient, with long, straggling gray hair, and small, shrewd, +ferret-like eyes that kept nervously glancing from Judith's +father to goodman Matthew, who had obviously introduced +him on this occasion. Indeed, the saturnine visage of the +gardener was overspread with a complacent grin, as though +he were saying, "Look you there, zur, there be a rare +vool." Judith's father, on the other hand, showed no impatience +over this interruption; he kept waiting for the +old man to recover his power of speech.</p> + +<p>"Well, now, master constable, what would you?" he +said gently.</p> + +<p>"Why can't 'ee tell his worship, Jeremy?" Matthew +gardener said, in his superior and facetious fashion, "Passion +o' me, man, thy tongue will wag fast enough at +Mother Tooley's ale-house."</p> + +<p>"It wur a contrevarsie, so please your worship," the +ancient constable said, but with a kind of vacant stare, as +if he were half lost in looking back into his memory.</p> + +<p>"Ay, and with whom?" said Judith's father, to help him +along.</p> + +<p>"With my poor old woman, so please your worship. +She be a poor, mean creature in your honor's eyes, I make +no doubt; but she hath wisdom, she hath, and a strength +in contrevarsie past most. Lord, Lord, why be I standing +here now—and holding your worship—and your worship's +time and necessities—but that she saith, 'Jeremy, put thy +better leg avore;' 'speak out,' saith she; ''twur as good +for thee as a half-ox in a pie, or a score of angels in thy +pouch.' 'Speak out,' she saith, 'and be not afraid, Jeremy.'"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">252</a></span>"But, master constable," said Judith's father, "if your +good dame be such a Mary Ambree in argument, she +should have furnished you with fewer words and more +matter. What would you?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, zur, I be as bold as most," said the constable, +pulling up his courage, and also elevating his head somewhat +with an air of authority. "I can raise hue and cry +in the hundred, that can I; and if the watch bring me a +rogue, he shall lie by the heels, or I am no true man. +But Lord, zur, have pity on a poor man that be put forward +to speak for a disputation. When they wur talking +of it at furst, your worship—this one and the other, and +all of them to once—and would have me go forward to +speak for them, 'Zure,' says I, 'I would as lief go to a +bride-ale with my legs swaddled in wisps as go avore +Mahster Shaksper without a power o' voine words.' But +Joan, she saith, 'Jeremy, fear no man, howsoever great, for +there be but the one Lord over us all; perzent thyself like +a true countryman and an honest officer; take thy courage +with thee,' saith she; 'and remember thou speakest vor +thy friends as well as vor thyself. 'Tis a right good worshipful +gentleman,' she saith, meaning yourself, sweet +Mahster Shaksper; 'and will a not give us a share?'"</p> + +<p>"In Heaven's name, man," said Judith's father, laughing, +"what would you? Had Joan no clearer message to give +you?"</p> + +<p>"I but speak her words, so please your worship," said +the ancient constable, with the air of one desperately trying +to recall a lesson that had been taught him. "And +all of them—they wur zaying as how she hath a power o' +wisdom—and, 'Jeremy,' she saith, 'be not overbold with +the worthy gentleman; 'tis but a share; and he be a right +worthy and civil gentleman; speak him fair, Jeremy,' she +saith, 'and put thy better leg avore, and acquit thee as a +man. Nay, be bold,' she saith, 'and think of thy vriends, +that be waiting without for an answer. Think of them, +Jeremy,' she saith, 'if thy speech fail thee. 'Tis but a +share; 'tis but a share; and he a right worshipful and +civil gentleman.'"</p> + +<p>Judith's father glanced at the sun-dial on the gable of +the barn.</p> + +<p>"My good friend," said he, "I hear that your wife +Joan is ailing; 'tis through no lack of breath, I warrant +me. An you come not to the point forthwith, I must be +gone. What would you? Or what would your good +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">253</a></span>dame have of me?—for there we shall get to it more +quickly."</p> + +<p>"So please you, zur," said Matthew, with his complacent +grin, "the matter be like this, now: this worthy master +constable and his comrades of the watch, they wur laying +their heads together like; and they have heard say that +you have written of them, and taken of their wisdom the +couple o' nights they wur brought in to supper; and they +see as how you have grown rich, so please you, zur, with +such writing——"</p> + +<p>"A vast o' money—a vast o' money and lands," the +other murmured.</p> + +<p>"And now, zur, they would make bold to ask for their +share, for the help that they have given you. Nay, zur," +continued Matthew gardener, who was proud of the ease +with which he could put into words the inarticulate desires +of this good constable, "be not angry with worthy +Jeremy; he but speaketh for the others, and for his wife +Joan too, that be as full of courage as any of them, and +would have come to your worship but that she be sore +troubled with an ague. Lord, zur, I know not how much +the worthy gentlemen want. Perchance good Jeremy +would be content wi' the barn and the store of malt in the +malt-house——"</p> + +<p>At this the small deep eyes of the ancient began to +twinkle nervously; and he glanced in an anxious way from +one to the other.</p> + +<p>"And the watch, now," continued Matthew grinning, +and regarding the old constable; "why, zur, they be poor +men; 'twould go well with them to divide amongst them +the store of good wine in the cellar, and perchance also +the leather hangings that be so much talked of in the +town. But hark you, good Jeremy, remember this, now—that +whoever hath the garden and orchard fall to his lot +must pay me my wages, else 'tis no bargain."</p> + +<p>For the first time in her life Judith saw her father in a +passion of anger. His color did not change; but there +was a strange look about his mouth, and his eyes blazed.</p> + +<p>"Thou cursed fool," he said to the gardener, "'tis thou +hast led these poor men into this folly." And then he +turned to the bewildered constable, and took him by the +arm. "Come, good friend," said he, in a kindly way, +"come into the house and I will explain these matters to +thee. Thou hast been mislead by that impudent knave—by +my life, I will settle that score with him ere long; and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">254</a></span>in truth the aid that you and your comrades have given +me is chiefly that we have passed a pleasant evening or +two together, and been merry or wise as occasion offered. +And I would have you spend such another to-night among +yourselves, leaving the charges at the ale-house to me; +and for the present, if I may not divide my store of wine +among you, 'tis no reason why you and I should not have +a parting cup ere I put hand to bridle——"</p> + +<p>That was all that Judith heard; and then she turned to +the ancient wise man and said, coolly,</p> + +<p>"Were I in thy place, good Matthew, I would get me +out of this garden, and out of Stratford town too, ere my +father come back." And Matthew was too frightened to +answer her.</p> + +<p>The outcome of all this, however, was that Judith's +father did not return to the garden; and when she went +into the house she found that he had taken such time to +explain to Jeremy constable how small a share in his writings +had been contributed by these good people that certain +of the members of the expedition bound for London +had already arrived. Indeed, their horses and attendants +were at the door; and all and everything was in such a +state of confusion and uproar that Judith saw clearly she +had no chance of saying a quiet good-by to her father all +by herself. But was she to be again balked by goodman +Matthew? She thought not. She slipped away by the +back door and disappeared.</p> + +<p>There was quite a little crowd gathered to see the cavalcade +move off. Dr. Hall was not there, but Tom Quiney +was—bringing with him as a parting gift for Judith's father +a handsome riding-whip; and the worthy parson Blaise +had also appeared, though there was no opportunity for +his professional services amid so much bustle. And then +there were hand-shakings and kissings and farewells; and +Judith's father was just about to put his foot in the stirrup, +when Susanna called out:</p> + +<p>"But where is Judith? Is she not coming to say good-by +to my father?"</p> + +<p>Then there were calls for Judith, here, there, and everywhere, +but no answer; and her mother was angry that the +girl should detain all this assemblage. But her father, not +having mounted, went rapidly through the house, and just +opened the door leading into the garden. The briefest +glance showed him that the mastiff was gone. Then he +hurried back.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">255</a></span>"'Tis all well, good mother," said he, as he got into the +saddle. "I shall see the wench ere I go far. I know her +tricks."</p> + +<p>So the company moved away from the house, and +through the streets, and down to Clopton's bridge. Once +over the bridge, they struck to the right, taking the Oxford +road by Shipston and Enstone; and ere they had gone +far along the highway, Judith's father, who seemed less to +join in the general hilarity and high spirits of the setting +out than to be keeping a watch around, perceived something +in the distance—at a corner where there was a high +bank behind some trees—that caused him to laugh slightly, +and to himself. When they were coming near this corner +the figure that had been on the sky-line had disappeared; +but down by the road-side was Judith herself, looking very +tremulous and ashamed as all these people came along, +and the great Don standing by her. Her father, who had +some knowledge of her ways, bade them all ride on, and +then he turned his horse, and sprang down from the saddle.</p> + +<p>"Well, wench," said he, and he took her by the shoulders, +"what brings you here?"</p> + +<p>In answer, she could only burst into tears, and hide her +face in his breast.</p> + +<p>"Why, lass," said he, "what is a journey to London? +And have you not enough left to comfort you? Have you +not sweethearts a plenty?"</p> + +<p>But she could not speak; she only sobbed and sobbed.</p> + +<p>"Come, come, lass, I must be going," said he, stroking +the soft brown hair. "Cheer up. Wouldst thou spoil +the prettiest eyes in Warwickshire? Nay, an thou have +not a right merry and beaming face when I come again, I +will call thee no daughter of mine."</p> + +<p>Then she raised her head—for still she could not speak—and +he kissed her.</p> + +<p>"Heaven's blessings on thee, good wench! I think 'tis +the last time I shall ever have the courage to leave thee. +Fare you well, sweetheart; keep your eyes bright and +your face happy—to draw me home again."</p> + +<p>Then she kissed him on each cheek, and he got into the +saddle and rode on. She climbed up to the top of the +bank, and watched him and his companions while they +were still in sight, and then she turned to go slowly homeward.</p> + +<p>And it seemed to her, when she came in view of Stratford, +and looked down on the wide meadows and the placid +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">256</a></span>river and the silent homesteads, that a sort of winter had +already fallen over the land. That long summer had been +very beautiful to her—full of sunlight and color and the +scent of flowers; but now a kind of winter was come, and +a sadness and loneliness; and the days and days that would +follow each other seemed to have no longer any life in +them.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVII.</h2> + +<h3>EVIL TIDINGS.</h3> + +<p>But a far sharper winter than any she had thought of +was now about to come upon her, and this was how it befell:</p> + +<p>After the departure of her father, good Master Walter +Blaise became more and more the guide and counsellor of +these women-folk; and indeed New Place was now given +over to meetings for prayer and worship, and was also become +the head-quarters in the town for the entertainment +of travelling preachers, and for the institution of all kinds +of pious and charitable undertakings. There was little +else for the occupants of it to do: the head of the house +was in London; Judith was at Shottery with her grandmother; +Susanna was relieved from much of her own domestic +cares by the absence of her husband in Worcestershire; +and the bailiff looked after all matters pertaining +to the farm. Indeed, so constant were these informal services +and ministerings to pious travellers that Julius Shawe +(though not himself much given in that direction, and perhaps +mostly to please his sister) felt bound to interfere and +offer to open his house on occasion, or pay part of the +charges incurred through this kindly hospitality. Nay, he +went privately to Master Blaise and threw out some vague +hints as to the doubtful propriety of allowing a wife, in +the absence of her husband, to be so ready with her +charity. Now Master Blaise was an honest and straightforward +man, and he met this charge boldly and openly. +He begged of Master Shawe to come to New Place that +very afternoon, when two or three of the neighbors were +to assemble to hear him lecture; and both Prudence and +her brother went. But before the lecture, the parson observed +that he had had a case of conscience put before him—as +to the giving of alms and charity, by whom, for whom +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">257</a></span>and on whose authority—which he would not himself decide. +The whole matter, he observed, had been pronounced +upon in the holiday lectures of that famous divine +Master William Perkins, who was now gone to his +eternal reward; these lectures having recently been given +to the world by the aid of one Thomas Pickering, of Emmanuel +College, Cambridge. And very soon it appeared, +as the young parson read from the little parchment-covered +book, that the passages he quoted had been carefully +chosen and were singularly pertinent. For after a discourse +on the duty of almsgiving, as enjoined by Scripture +(and it was pointed out that Christ himself had lived on +alms—"not by begging, as the Papists affirm, but by the +voluntary ministration and contribution of some to whom +he preached"), Master Blaise read on, with an occasional +glance at Julius Shawe: "'It may be asked whether the +wife may give alms without the consent of her husband, +considering that she is in subjection to another, and therefore +all that she hath is another's, and not her own. Answer. +The wife may give alms of some things, but with +these cautions: as, first, she may give of those goods that +she hath excepted from marriage. Secondly, she may give +of those things which are common to them both, provided +it be with the husband's consent, at least general and implicit. +Thirdly, she may not give without or against the +consent of her husband. And the reason is, because both +the law of nature and the word of God command her obedience +to her husband in all things. If it be alleged that +Joanna, the wife of Chuza, Herod's steward, with others, +did minister to Christ of their goods (Luke viii., 3), I answer: +It is to be presumed that it was not done without +all consent. Again, if it be said that Abigail brought a +present to David for the relief of him and his young men, +whereof she made not Nabal, her husband, acquainted (1 +Sam. xxv., 19), I answer, it is true, but mark the reason. +Nabal was generally of a churlish and unmerciful disposition, +whereupon he was altogether unwilling to yield relief +to any, in how great necessity soever; whence it was +that he railed on the young men that came to him, and +drove them away, ver. 14. Again, he was a foolish man, +and given to drunkenness, so as he was not fit to govern +his house or to dispense his alms. Besides, that Abigail +was a woman of great wisdom in all her actions, and that +which she now did was to save Nabal's and her own life—yea, +the lives of his whole family; for the case was desperate, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">258</a></span>and all that they had were in present hazard. The +example, therefore, is no warrant for any woman to give +alms, unless it be in the like case.'" And then he summed +up in a few words, saying, in effect, that as regards the +question which had been put before him, it was for the +wife to say whether she had her husband's general and implied +consent to her pious expenditure, and to rule her +accordingly.</p> + +<p>This completely and forever shut Julius Shawe's mouth. +For he knew, and they all knew, that Judith's father was +well content that any preachers or divines coming to the +house should be generously received; while he on his part +claimed a like privilege in the entertainment of any vagrant +person or persons (especially if they were making a +shift to live by their wits) whom he might chance to meet. +Strict economy in all other things was the rule of the +household; in the matter of hospitality the limits were +wide. And if Judith's mother half guessed, and if Susanna +Hall shrewdly perceived, why this topic had been introduced, +and why Julius Shawe had been asked to attend +the lecture, the subject was one that brought no sting to +their conscience. If the whole question rested on the +general and implied consent of the husband, Judith's +mother had naught to tax herself with.</p> + +<p>After that there was no further remonstrance (of however +gentle and underhand a kind) on the part of Julius +Shawe; and more and more did Parson Blaise become the +guide, instructor, and mainstay of the household. They +were women-folk, some of them timid, all of them pious, +and they experienced a sense of comfort and safety in submitting +to his spiritual domination. As for his disinterestedness, +there could be no doubt of that; for now Judith +was away at Shottery, and he could no longer pay court +to her in that authoritative fashion of his. It seemed as +if he were quite content to be with these others, bringing +them the news of the day, especially as regarded the religious +dissensions that were everywhere abroad, arranging +for the welcoming of this or that faithful teacher on +his way through the country, getting up meetings for +prayer and profitable discourse in the afternoon, or sitting +quietly with them in the evening while they went on with +their tasks of dress-making or embroidery.</p> + +<p>And so it came about that Master Walter was in the +house one morning—they were seated at dinner, indeed, +and Prudence was also of the company—when a letter was +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">259</a></span>brought in and handed to Judith's mother. It was an unusual +thing; and all saw by the look of it that it was from +London; and all were eager for the news, the good parson +as well as any. There was not a word said as Judith's +mother, with fingers that trembled a little from mere anticipation, +opened the large sheet, and began to read to +herself across the closely written lines. And then, as they +waited, anxious for the last bit of tidings about the King +or the Parliament or what not, they could not fail to observe +a look of alarm come into the reader's face.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Susan," she said, in a way that startled them, +"what is this?"</p> + +<p>She read on, breathless and stunned, her face grown +quite pale now; and at last she stretched out her shaking +hand with the letter in it.</p> + +<p>"Susan, Susan, take it. I cannot understand it. I cannot +read more. Oh, Susan, what has the girl done?"</p> + +<p>And she turned aside her chair, and began to cry stealthily; +she was not a strong-nerved woman, and she had +gathered but a vague impression that something terrible +and irrevocable had occurred.</p> + +<p>Susan was alarmed, no doubt; but she had plenty of +self-command. She took the letter, and proceeded as +swiftly as she could to get at the contents of it. Then she +looked up in a frightened way at the parson, as if to judge +in her own mind as to how far he should be trusted in this +matter. And then she turned to the letter again—in a +kind of despair.</p> + +<p>"Mother," said she at last, "I understand no more than +yourself what should be done. To think that all this +should have been going on, and we knowing naught of it! +But you see what my father wants; that is the first thing. +Who is to go to Judith?"</p> + +<p>At the mere mention of Judith's name a flash of dismay +went to Prudence's heart. She knew that something must +have happened; she at once bethought her of Judith's interviews +with the person in hiding; and she was conscious +of her own guilty connivance and secrecy; so that the +blood rushed to her face, and she sat there dreading to +know what was coming.</p> + +<p>"Mother," Susan said again, and rather breathlessly, +"do you not think, in such a pass, we might beg Master +Blaise to give us of his advice? The Doctor being from +home, who else is there?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, if I can be of any service to you or yours, good +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">260</a></span>Mistress Hall, I pray you have no scruple in commanding +me," said the parson—with his clear and keen gray eyes +calmly waiting for information.</p> + +<p>Judith's mother was understood to give her consent; +and then Susan (after a moment's painful hesitation) took +up the letter.</p> + +<p>"Indeed, good sir," said she, with an embarrassment +that she rarely showed, "you will see there is reason for +our perplexity, and—and I pray you be not too prompt to +think ill of my sister. Perchance there may be explanations, +or the story wrongly reported. In good truth, sir, +my father writes in no such passion of anger as another +might in such a pass, though 'tis but natural he should be +sorely troubled and vexed."</p> + +<p>Again she hesitated, being somewhat unnerved and bewildered +by what she had just been reading. She was +trying to recall things, to measure possibilities, to overcome +her amazement, all at once. And then she knew +that the parson was coolly regarding her, and she strove +to collect her wits.</p> + +<p>"This, good sir, is the manner of it," said she, in as calm +a way as she could assume, "that my father and his associates +have but recently made a discovery that concerns +them much, and is even a disaster to them; 'tis no less +than that a copy of my father's last written play—the very +one, indeed, that he finished ere leaving Stratford—hath +lately been sold, they scarce know by whom as yet, to a +certain bookseller in London, and that the bookseller is +either about to print it and sell it, or threatens to do so. +They all of them, my father says, are grievously annoyed +by this, for that the publishing of the play will satisfy +many who will read it at home instead of coming to the +theatre, and that thus the interests of himself and his associates +will suffer gravely. I am sorry, good sir, to trouble +you with such matters," she added, with a glance of apology, +"but they come more near home to us than you +might think."</p> + +<p>"I have offered to you my service in all things—that +befit my office," said Master Walter, but with a certain reserve, +as if he did not quite like the course that matters +were taking.</p> + +<p>"And then," continued Susan, glancing at the writing +before her, "my father says that they were much perplexed +(having no right at law to stop such a publication), +and made inquiries as to how any such copy could have +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">261</a></span>found its way into the bookseller's hands; whereupon he +discovered that which hath grieved him far more than the +trouble about the play. Prudence, you are her nearest +gossip; it cannot be true!" she exclaimed; and she turned +to the young maiden, whose face was no longer pale and +thoughtful, but rose-colored with shame and alarm. "For +he says 'tis a story that is now everywhere abroad in London—and +a laugh and a jest at the taverns—how that one +Jack Orridge came down to Warwickshire, and made believe +to be a wizard, and cozened Judith—Judith, Prudence, +our Judith!—heard ye ever the like?—into a secret +love affair; and that she gave him a copy of the play as +one of her favors——"</p> + +<p>"Truly, now, that is false on the face of it," said Master +Blaise, appositely. "That is a tale told by some one who +knows not that Judith hath no skill of writing."</p> + +<p>"Oh, 'tis too bewildering!" Susan said, as she turned +again to the letter in a kind of despair. "But to have +such a story going about London—about Judith—about +my sister Judith—how can you wonder that my father +should write in haste and in anger? That she should +meet this young man day after day at a farm-house near +to Bidford, and in secret, and listen to his stories of +the court, believing him to be a worthy gentleman in +misfortune! A worthy gentleman truly!—to come and +make sport of a poor country maiden, and teach her to +deceive her father and all of us, not one of us knowing—not +one——"</p> + +<p>"Susan! Susan!" Prudence cried, in an agony of +grief, "'tis not as you think. 'Tis not as it is written there. +I will confess the truth. I myself knew of the young man +being in the neighborhood, and how he came to be acquainted +with Judith. And she never was at any farm-house +to meet him, that I know well, but—but he was +alone, and in trouble, he said, and she was sorry for him, +and durst not speak to any one but me. Nay, if there +be aught wrong, 'twas none of her doing, that I know: +as to the copy of the play, I am ignorant; but 'twas none +of her doing. Susan, you think too harshly—indeed you +do."</p> + +<p>"Sweetheart, I think not harshly," said the other, in a +bewildered way. "I but tell the story as I find it."</p> + +<p>"'Tis not true, then. On her part, at least, there was +no whit of any secret love affair, as I know right well," +said Prudence, with a vehemence near to tears.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">262</a></span>"I but tell thee the story as my father heard it. Poor +wench, whatever wrong she may have done, I have no +word against her," Judith's sister said.</p> + +<p>"I pray you continue," interposed Master Blaise, with +his eyes calmly fixed on the letter; he had scarcely uttered +a word.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my father goes on to say that this Orridge—this +person representing himself as familiar with the court, +and the great nobles, and the like—is none other than the +illegitimate son of an Oxfordshire gentleman who became +over well acquainted with the daughter of an innkeeper +in Oxford town; that the father meant to bring up the lad, +and did give him some smattering of education, but died; +that ever since he hath been dependent on his grandmother, +a widow, who still keeps the inn; and that he hath lived +his life in London in any sort of company he could impose +upon by reason of his fine manners. These particulars, +my father says, he hath had from Ben Jonson, that seems +to know something of the young man, and maintains that +he is not so much vicious or ill-disposed as reckless and +idle, and that he is as likely as not to end his days with a +noose round his neck. This, saith my father, is all that +he can learn, and he would have us question Judith as to +the truth of the story, and as to how the copy of the play +was made, and whether 'twas this same Orridge that carried +it to London. And all this he would have inquired +into at once, for his associates and himself are in great +straits because of this matter, and have urgent need to +know as much as can be known. Then there is this further +writing toward the end—'I cannot explain all to thee +at this time; but 'tis so that we have no remedy against +the rascal publisher. Even if they do not register at the +Stationers' Company, they but offend the Company; and +the only punishment that might at the best befall them +would be his Grace of Canterbury so far misliking the +play as to cause it to be burnt—a punishment that would +fall heavier on us, I take it, than on them; and that is in +no case to be anticipated.'"</p> + +<p>"I cannot understand these matters, good sir," Judith's +mother said drying her eyes. "'Tis my poor wench that +I think of. I know she meant no harm—whatever comes +of it. And she is so gentle and so proud-spirited that a +word of rebuke from her father will drive her out of her +reason. That she should have fallen into such trouble, +poor wench! poor wench!—and you, Prudence, that was +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">263</a></span>ever her intimate, and seeing her in such a coil—that you +should not have told us of it!"</p> + +<p>Prudence sat silent under this reproach: she knew not +how to defend herself. Perhaps she did not care, for all +her thoughts were about Judith.</p> + +<p>"Saw you ever the young man?" Susan said, scarcely +concealing her curiosity.</p> + +<p>"Nay, not I," was Prudence's answer. "But your grandmother +hath seen him, and that several times."</p> + +<p>"My grandmother!" she exclaimed.</p> + +<p>"For he used to call at the cottage," said Prudence, +"and pass an hour or two—being in hiding, as he said, and +glad to have a little company. And he greatly pleased +the old dame, as I have heard, because of his gracious +courtesy and good breeding; and when they believed him +to be in sad trouble, and pitied him, who would be the +first to speak and denounce a stranger so helpless? Nay, +I know that I have erred. Had I had more courage I should +have come to you, Susan, and begged you to draw Judith +away from any further communication with the young +man; but I—I know not how it came about; she hath +such a winning and overpersuading way, and is herself +so fearless."</p> + +<p>"A handsome youth, perchance?" said Susan, who +seemed to wish to know more about this escapade of her +sister's.</p> + +<p>"Right handsome, as I have heard; and of great courtesy +and gentle manners," Prudence answered. "But well +I know what it was that led Judith to hold communication +with him after she would fain have had that broken off." +And then Prudence, with such detail as was within her +knowledge, explained how Judith had come to think that +the young stranger talked overmuch of Ben Jonson, and was +anxious to show that her father could write as well as he (or +better, as she considered). And then came the story of the +lending of the sheets of the play, and Prudence had to confess +how that she had been Judith's accomplice on many a +former occasion in purloining and studying the treasures +laid by in the summer-house. She told all that she knew +openly and simply and frankly; and if she was in distress, +it was with no thought of herself; it was in thinking of +her dear friend and companion away over there at Shottery, +who was all in ignorance of what was about to befall her.</p> + +<p>Then the three women, being somewhat recovered from +their dismay, but still helpless and bewildered, and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">264</a></span>not knowing what to do, turned to the parson. He had +sat calm and collected, silent for the most part, and reading +in between the lines of the story his own interpretation. +Perhaps, also, he had been considering other possibilities—as +to the chances that such an occasion offered +for gathering back to the fold an errant lamb.</p> + +<p>"What your father wants done, that is the first thing, +sweetheart," Judith's mother said, in a tremulous and +dazed kind of fashion. "As to the poor wench, we will +see about her afterward. And not a harsh word will I send +her; she will have punishment enough to bear—poor lass! +poor lass! So heedless and so headstrong she hath been +always, but always the quickest to suffer if a word were +spoken to her; and now if this story be put about, how +will she hold up her head—she that was so proud? But +what your father wants done, Susan, that is the first thing—that +is the first thing. See what you can do to answer +the letter as he wishes: you are quicker to understand +such things than I."</p> + +<p>And then the parson spoke, in his clear, incisive, and +authoritative way:</p> + +<p>"Good madam, 'tis little I know of these matters in +London; but if you would have Judith questioned—and +that might be somewhat painful to any one of her relatives—I +will go and see her for you, if you think fit. If +she have been the victim of knavish designs, 'twill be easy +for her to acquit herself; carelessness, perchance, may be +the only charge to be brought against her. And as I +gather from Prudence that the sheets of manuscript lent +to the young man were in his possession for a certain +time, I make no doubt that the copy—if it came from this +neighborhood at all—was made by himself on those occasions, +and that she had no hand in the mischief, save in +overtrusting a stranger. Doubtless your husband, good +madam, is desirous of having clear and accurate statements +on these and other points; whereas, if you, or Mistress +Hall, or even Prudence there, were to go and see +Judith, natural affection and sympathy might blunt the +edge of your inquiries. You would be so anxious to excuse +(and who would not, in your place?) that the very +information asked for by your husband would be lost +sight of. Therefore I am willing to do as you think fitting. +I may not say that my office lends any special +sanction to such a duty, for this is but a worldly matter; +but friendship hath its obligations: and if I can be of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">265</a></span>service to you, good Mistress Shakespeare, 'tis far from +repaying what I owe of godly society and companionship +to you and yours. These be rather affairs for men to deal +with than for women, who know less of the ways of the +world; and I take it that Judith, when she is made aware +of her father's wishes, will have no hesitation in meeting +me with frankness and sincerity."</p> + +<p>It was this faculty of his of speaking clearly and well +and to the point that in a large measure gave him such +an ascendency over those women; he seemed always to +see a straight path before him; to have confidence in himself, +and a courage to lead the way.</p> + +<p>"Good sir, if you would have so much kindness," Judith's +mother said. "Truly, you offer us help and guidance in +a dire necessity. And if you will tell her what it is her +father wishes to know, be sure that will be enough; the +wench will answer you, have no fear, good sir."</p> + +<p>Then Susan said, when he was about to go:</p> + +<p>"Worthy sir, you need not say to her all that you have +heard concerning the young man. I would liefer know +what she herself thought of him; and how they came +together; and how he grew to be on such friendly terms +with her. For hitherto she hath been so sparing of her +favor; though many have wished her to change her name +for theirs; but always the wench hath kept roving eyes. +Handsome was he, Prudence? And of gentle manners, +said you? Nay, I warrant me 'twas something far from +the common that led Judith such a dance."</p> + +<p>But Prudence, when he was leaving, stole out after him; +and when he was at the door, she put her hand on his +arm. He turned, and saw that the tears were running +down her face.</p> + +<p>"Be kind to Judith," she said—not heeding that he saw +her tears, and still clinging to his arm; "be kind to Judith, +from my heart I beg it of you—I pray you be kind and +gentle with her, good Master Blaise; for indeed she is like +an own sister to me."</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVIII.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">266</a></span></h2> + +<h3>RENEWALS.</h3> + +<p>As yet she was all unconscious; and indeed the dulness +following her father's departure was for her considerably +lightened by this visit to her grandmother's cottage, +where she found a hundred duties and occupations awaiting +her. She was an expert needle-woman, and there +were many arrears in that direction to be made up: she +managed the cooking, and introduced one or two cunning +dishes, to the wonder of the little Cicely; she even tried +her hand at carpentering, where a shelf, or the frame of a +casement, had got loose; and as a reward she was occasionally +invited to assist her grandmother in the garden. +The old dame herself grew wonderfully amiable and cheerful +in the constant association with this bright young life; +and she had a great store of ballads with which to beguile +the tedium of sewing—though, in truth, these were for +the most part of a monotonous and mournful character, +generally reciting the woes of some poor maiden in Oxfordshire +or Lincolnshire who had been deceived by a +false lover, and yet was willing to forgive him even as she +lay on her death-bed. As for Judith, she took to this +quiet life quite naturally and happily; and if she chanced +to have time for a stroll along the wooded lanes or +through the meadows, she was now right glad that there +was no longer any fear of her being confronted by Master +Leofric Hope—or Jack Orridge, as he had called himself. +Of course she thought of him often, and of his courteous +manners, and his eloquent and yet modest eyes, and she +hoped all was going well with him, and that she might perchance +hear of him through her father. Nor could she forget +(for she was but human) that the young man, when disguised +as a wizard, had said that he had heard her named as +the fairest maid in Warwickshire; and subsequently, in his +natural character, that he had heard Ben Jonson speak +well of her looks, and she hoped that if ever he recalled +these brief interviews, he would consider that she had +maintained a sufficiency of maidenly dignity, and had not +betrayed the ignorance or awkwardness of a farm-bred +wench. Nay, there were certain words of his that she put +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">267</a></span>some store by—as coming from a stranger. For the rest, +she was in no case likely to undervalue her appearance: +her father had praised her hair, and that was enough.</p> + +<p>One morning she had gone down to the little front gate, +for some mischievous boys had lifted it off its hinges, and +she wanted to get it back again on the rusty iron spikes. +But it had got jammed somehow, and would not move; +and in her pulling, some splinter of the wood ran into her +hand, causing not a little pain. Just at this moment—whether +he had come round that way on the chance of +catching a glimpse of her, it is hard to say—Tom Quiney +came by; but on the other side of the road, and clearly +with no intention of calling at the cottage.</p> + +<p>"Good-morrow, Judith," said he, in a kind of uncertain +way, and would have gone on.</p> + +<p>Well, she was vexed and impatient with her fruitless +efforts, and her hand smarted not a little; so she looked +at him and said, half angrily,</p> + +<p>"I wish you would come and lift this gate."</p> + +<p>It was but a trifling task for the tall and straight-limbed +young fellow who now strode across the highway. He +jerked it up in a second, and then set it down again on the +iron spikes, where it swung in its wonted way.</p> + +<p>"But your hand is bleeding, Judith!" he exclaimed.</p> + +<p>"'Tis nothing," she said. "It was a splinter. I have +pulled it out."</p> + +<p>But he snatched her hand peremptorily, before she +could draw it away, and held it firmly and examined it.</p> + +<p>"Why, there's a bit still there; I can see it."</p> + +<p>"I can get it out for myself," said she.</p> + +<p>"No, you cannot," he answered. "'Tis far easier for +some one else. Stay here a second, and I will fetch out a +needle."</p> + +<p>He went into the cottage, and presently reappeared, +not only with a needle, but also a tin vessel holding water, +and a bit of linen and a piece of thread. Then he took +Judith's soft hand as gently as he could in his muscular +fingers, and began to probe for the small fragment of +wood, just visible there. He seemed a long time about it; +perhaps he was afraid of giving her pain.</p> + +<p>"Do I hurt you, Judith?" he said.</p> + +<p>"No," she answered, with some color of embarrassment +in her face. "Be quick."</p> + +<p>"But I must be cautious," said he. "I would it were +my own hand; I would make short work of it."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">268</a></span>"Let me try myself," said she, attempting to get away +her hand from his grasp.</p> + +<p>But he would not allow that; and in due time he managed +to get the splinter out. Then he dipped his fingers +in the water and bathed the small wound in that way; and +then he must needs wrap the piece of linen round her hand—very +carefully, so that there should be no crease—and +thereafter fasten the bandage with the bit of thread. He +did not look like one who could perform a surgical operation +with exceeding delicacy; but he was as gentle as he +could be, and she thanked him—in an unwilling kind of +way.</p> + +<p>Then all at once her face brightened.</p> + +<p>"Why," said she, "I hear that you gave my father a +riding-whip on his going."</p> + +<p>"Did you not see it, Judith?" he said, with some disappointment. +"I meant you to have seen it. The handle +was of ivory, and of a rare carving."</p> + +<p>"I was not at the door when they went away—I met +my father as they passed along the road," said she. "But +I shall see it, doubtless, when he comes home again. And +what said he? Was he pleased? He thanked you right +heartily, did he not?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, truly; but 'twas a trifling matter."</p> + +<p>"My father thinks more of the intention than of the +value of such a gift," said she—"as I would."</p> + +<p>It was an innocent and careless speech, but it seemed to +suddenly inspire him with a kind of wild wish.</p> + +<p>"Ah," said he, regarding her, "if you, Judith, now, +would but take some little gift from me—no matter what—that +would be a day I should remember all my life."</p> + +<p>"Will you not come into the house?" said she, quickly. +"My grandam will be right glad to see you."</p> + +<p>She would have led the way; but he hesitated.</p> + +<p>"Nay, I will not trouble your grandmother, Judith," +said he. "I doubt not but that she hath had enough of +visitors since you came to stay with her."</p> + +<p>"Since I came?" she said, good-naturedly—for she refused +to accept the innuendo. "Why, let me consider, +now. The day before yesterday my mother walked over +to see how we did; and before that—I think the day before +that—Mistress Wyse came in to tell us that they had +taken a witch at Abbots Morton; and then yesterday Farmer +Bowstead called to ask if his strayed horse had been +seen anywhere about these lanes. There, now, three visitors +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">269</a></span>since I have come to the cottage: 'tis not a multitude."</p> + +<p>"There hath been none other?" said he, looking at her +with some surprise.</p> + +<p>"Not another foot hath crossed the threshold to my +knowledge," said she, simply, and as if it were a matter of +small concern.</p> + +<p>But this intelligence seemed to produce a very sudden +and marked alteration in his manner. Not only would he +accompany her into the house, but he immediately became +most solicitous about her hand.</p> + +<p>"I pray you be careful, Judith," said he, almost as if +he would again take hold of her wrist.</p> + +<p>"'Tis but a scratch," she said.</p> + +<p>"Nay, now, if there be but a touch of rust, it might +work mischief," said he, anxiously. "I pray you be careful; +and I would bathe it frequently, and keep on the +bandage until you are sure that all is well. Nay, I tell +you this, Judith: there are more than you think of that +would liefer lose a finger than that you should have the +smallest hurt."</p> + +<p>And in-doors, moreover, he was most amiable and gentle +and anxious to please, and bore some rather sharp sayings +of the old dame with great good-nature; and whatever +Judith said, or suggested, or approved of, that was +right, once and for all. She wished to hear more of the +riding-whip also. Where was the handle carved? Had +her father expressed any desire for such ornamentation?</p> + +<p>"Truly 'twas but a small return for his kindness to us +the other day," said the young man, who was half bewildered +with delight at finding Judith's eyes once more regarding +him in the old frank and friendly fashion, and +was desperately anxious that they should continue so to +regard him (with no chilling shadow of the parson intervening). +"For Cornelius Greene being minded to make +one or two more catches," he continued—and still addressing +those eyes that were at once so gentle and so clear and +so kind—"he would have me go to your father and beg +him to give us words for these, out of any books he might +know of. Not that we thought of asking him to write the +words himself—far from that—but to choose them for us; +and right willingly he did so. In truth, I have them with +me," he added, searching for and producing a paper with +some written lines on it. "Shall I read them to you, +Judith?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">270</a></span></p><p>He did not notice the slight touch of indifference with +which she assented; for when once she had heard that +these compositions (whatever they might be) were not her +father's writing, she was not anxious to become acquainted +with them. But his concern, on the other hand, was to +keep her interested and amused and friendly; and Cornelius +Greene and his doings were at least something to talk +about.</p> + +<p>"The first one we think of calling 'Fortune's Wheel,'" +said he; "and thus it goes:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Trust not too much, if prosperous times do smile,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet despair of rising, if thou fall:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Fatal Lady mingleth one with th' other,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lets not fortune stay, but round turns all.'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">And the other one—I know not how to call it yet—but +Cornelius takes it to be the better of the two for his purpose; +thus it is:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Merrily sang the Ely monks<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When rowed thereby Canute the King.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Row near, my Knights, row near the land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That we may hear the good monks sing."'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">See you now how well it will go, Judith—<i>Merrily sang—merrily +sang—the Ely monks—the Ely monks—when rowed +thereby</i>—<span class="smcap">Canute the King</span>!" said he, in a manner suggesting +the air. "'Twill go excellent well for four voices, +and Cornelius is already begun. In truth, 'twill be something +new at our merry-meetings——"</p> + +<p>"Ay, and what have you to say of your business, good +Master Quiney?" the old dame interrupted, sharply. "Be +you so busy with your tavern catches and your merry-makings +that you have no thought of that?"</p> + +<p>"Indeed, I have enough regard for that, good Mistress +Hathaway," said he, in perfect good-humor; "and it goes +forward safely enough. But methinks you remind me +that I have tarried here as long as I ought; so now I will +get me back to the town."</p> + +<p>He half expected that Judith would go to the door with +him; and when she had gone so far, he said,</p> + +<p>"Will you not come a brief way across the meadows, +Judith?—'tis not well you should always be shut up in the +cottage—you that are so fond of out-of-doors."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">271</a></span></p><p>He had no cause for believing that she was too much +within-doors; but she did not stay to raise the question; +she good-naturedly went down the little garden path with +him, and across the road, and so into the fields. She had +been busy at work all the morning; twenty minutes' idleness +would do no harm.</p> + +<p>Then, when they were quite by themselves, he said +seriously:</p> + +<p>"I pray you take heed, Judith, that you let not the blood +flow too much to your hand, lest it inflame the wound, however +slight you may deem it. See, now, if you would but +hold it so, 'twould rest on mine, and be a relief to you."</p> + +<p>He did not ask her to take his arm, but merely that she +should rest her hand on his; and this seemed easy to do, +and natural (so long as he was not tired). But also it +seemed very much like the time when they used to go +through those very meadows as boy and girl together, the +tips of their fingers intertwined: and so she spoke in a gentle +and friendly kind of fashion to him.</p> + +<p>"And how is it with your business, in good sooth?" she +asked. "I hope there be no more of these junketings, and +dancings, and brawls."</p> + +<p>"Dear Judith," said he, "I know not who carries such +tales of me to you. If you knew but the truth, I am never +in a brawl of mine own making or seeking; but one must +hold one's own, and the more that is done, the less are any +likely to interfere. Nay," he continued, with a modest +laugh, "I think I am safe for quiet now with any in Warwickshire; +'tis only a strange lad now and again that may +come among us and seek cause of quarrel; and surely 'tis +better to have it over and done with, and either he or we +to know our place? I seek no fighting for the love of it; +my life on that; but you would not have any stranger +come into Stratford a-swaggering, and biting his thumb at +us, and calling us rogues of fiddlers?"</p> + +<p>"Mercy on us, then," she cried, "are you champion for +the town—or perchance for all of Warwickshire? A goodly +life to look forward to! And what give they their watch-dog? +Truly they must reward him that keeps such guard, +and will do battle for them all?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, I am none such, Judith," said he; "I but take my +chance like the others."</p> + +<p>He shifted her hand on his, that it might rest the more +securely, and his touch was gentle.</p> + +<p>"And your merchandise—pray you, who is so kind as to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">272</a></span>look after that when you are engaged in those pastimes?" +she asked.</p> + +<p>"I have no fault to find with my merchandise, Judith," +said he. "That I look after myself. I would I had more +inducement to attend to it, and to provide for the future. +But it goes well; indeed it does."</p> + +<p>"And Daniel Hutt?"</p> + +<p>"He has left the country now."</p> + +<p>"And his vagabond crew—have they all made their fortunes?"</p> + +<p>"Why, Judith, they cannot have reached America yet," +said he.</p> + +<p>"I am glad that you have not gone," she remarked, +simply.</p> + +<p>"Well," he said, "why should I strive to push my fortunes +there more than here? To what end? There be +none that I could serve either way."</p> + +<p>And then it seemed to him that it was an ungracious +speech; and he was anxious to stand well with her, seeing +that she was disposed to be friendly.</p> + +<p>"Judith," he said, suddenly, "surely you will not remain +over at Shottery to-morrow, with all the merriment of the +fair going on in the town? Nay, but you must come over—I +could fetch you, at any hour that you named, if it so +pleased you. There is a famous juggler come into the +town, as I hear, that can do the most rare and wonderful +tricks, and hath a dog as cunning as himself; and you will +hear the new ballads, to judge which you would have; and +the peddlers would show you their stores. Now, in good +sooth, Judith, may not I come for you? Why, all the +others have someone to go about with them; and she will +choose this or that posy or ribbon, and wear it for the jest +of the day; but I have no one to walk through the crowd +with me, and see the people, and hear the bargainings and +the music. I pray you, Judith, let me come for you. It +cannot be well for you always to live in such dulness as +is over there at Shottery."</p> + +<p>"If I were to go to the fair with you," said she, and not +unkindly, "methinks the people would stare, would they +not? We have not been such intimate friends of late."</p> + +<p>"You asked me not to go to America, Judith," said he.</p> + +<p>"Well, yes," she admitted. "Truly I did so. Why +should you go away with those desperate and broken men? +Surely 'tis better you should stay among your own people."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">273</a></span>"I stayed because you bade me, Judith," said he.</p> + +<p>She flushed somewhat at this; but he was so eager not +to embarrass or offend her that he instantly changed the +subject.</p> + +<p>"May I, then, Judith? If you would come but for an +hour!" he pleaded, for he clearly wanted to show to everybody +that Judith was under his escort at the fair; and +which of all the maidens (he asked himself) would compare +beside her? "Why, there is not one of them but +hath his companion, to buy for her some brooch, or pretty +coif, or the like——"</p> + +<p>"Are they all so anxious to lighten their purses?" said +she, laughing. "Nay, but truly I may not leave my +grandmother, lest the good dame should think that I was +wearying of my stay with her. Pray you, get some other +to go to the fair with you—you have many friends, as I +know, in the town——"</p> + +<p>"Oh, do you think 'tis the fair I care about?" said he, +quickly. "Nay, now, Judith, I would as lief not go to the +fair at all—or but for a few minutes—if you will let me +bring you over some trinket in the afternoon. Nay, a +hundred times would I rather not go—if you would grant +me such a favor; 'tis the first I have asked of you for +many a day."</p> + +<p>"Why," she said, with a smile, "you must all of you +be prospering in Stratford, since you are all so eager to +cast abroad your money. The peddlers will do a rare +trade to-morrow, as I reckon."</p> + +<p>This was almost a tacit permission, and he was no such +fool as to press her for more. Already his mind ran riot—he +saw himself ransacking all the packs and stalls in the +town.</p> + +<p>"And now," she said, as she had come within sight of +the houses, "I will return now or the good dame will +wonder."</p> + +<p>"But I will walk back with you, Judith," said he, +promptly.</p> + +<p>She regarded him, with those pretty eyes of hers clearly +laughing.</p> + +<p>"Methought you came away from the cottage," said she, +"because of the claims of your business; and now you +would walk all the way back again?"</p> + +<p>"Your hand, Judith," said he, shamefacedly, "you must +not let it hang down by your side."</p> + +<p>"Nay, for such a dangerous wound," said she, with her +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">274</a></span>eyes gravely regarding him, "I will take precautions; but +cannot I hold it up myself—so—if need were?"</p> + +<p>He was so well satisfied with what he had gained that +he would yield to her now as she wished. And yet he took +her hand once more, gently and timidly, as if unwilling to +give up his charge of it.</p> + +<p>"I hope it will not pain you, Judith," he said.</p> + +<p>"I trust it may not lead me to death's door," she answered, +seriously; and if her eyes were laughing, it was +with no unkindness.</p> + +<p>And then they said good-bye to each other, and she +walked away back to Shottery, well content to have made +friends with him again, and to have found him for the time +being quit of his dark suspicions and jealousies of her; +while as for him, he went on to the town in a sort of foreknowledge +that all Stratford Fair would not have anything +worthy to be offered to Judith; and wondering whether +he could not elsewhere, and at once, and by any desperate +effort, procure something fine and rare and beautiful +enough to be placed in that poor wounded hand.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIX.</h2> + +<h3>"THE ROSE IS FROM MY GARDEN GONE."</h3> + +<p>Now when Parson Blaise set forth upon the mission that +had been intrusted to him, there was not a trace of anger +or indignation in his mind. He was not even moved by +jealous wrath against the person with whom Judith had +been holding these clandestine communications, nor had +he any sense of having been himself injured by her conduct. +For one thing, he knew enough of Judith's pride +and self-reliance to be fairly well satisfied that she was not +likely to have compromised herself in any serious way; +and for another, his own choice of her, from among the +Stratford maidens, as the one he wished to secure for helpmate, +was the result not so much of any overmastering +passion as of a cool and discriminating judgment. Nay, +this very complication that had arisen, might he not use it +to his own advantage? Might it not prove an argument +more powerful than any he had hitherto tried? And so it +was that he set out, not as one armed to punish, but with +the most placable intentions; and the better to give the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">275</a></span>subject full consideration, he did not go straight across +the meadows to the cottage, but went through the town, +and away out the Alcester road, before turning round and +making for Shottery.</p> + +<p>Nor did it occur to him that he was approaching this +matter with any mean or selfish ends in view. Far from +that. The man was quite honest. In winning Judith +over to be his wife, by any means whatever, was he not +adding one more to the number of the Lord's people? +Was he not saving her from her own undisciplined and +wayward impulses, and from all the mischief that might +arise from these? What was for his good was for her +good, and the good of the Church also. She had a winning +way; she was friends with many who rather kept +aloof from the more austere of their neighbors; she +would be a useful go-between. Her cheerfulness, her +good temper, nay, her comely presence and bright ways—all +these would be profitably employed. Nor did he forget +the probability of a handsome marriage-portion, and +the added domestic comfort and serenity that that would +bring himself. Even the marriage-portion (which he had +no doubt would be a substantial one) might be regarded +as coming into the Church in a way; and so all would work +together for good.</p> + +<p>When he reached the cottage he found the old dame in +the garden, busy with her flowers and vegetables, and was +told that Judith had just gone within-doors. Indeed, she +had but that minute come back from her stroll across the +fields with Quiney, and had gone in to fetch a jug, so that +she might have some fresh water from the well in the garden. +He met her on the threshold.</p> + +<p>"I would say a few words with you, Judith—and in private," +said he.</p> + +<p>She seemed surprised, but was in no ill-humor, so she +said, "As you will, good sir," and led the way into the +main apartment, where she remained standing.</p> + +<p>"I pray you be seated," said he.</p> + +<p>She was still more surprised; but she obeyed him, taking +her seat under the window, so that her face was in +shadow, while the light from the small panes fell full on +him sitting opposite her.</p> + +<p>"Judith," said he, "I am come upon a serious errand, +and yet would not alarm you unnecessarily. Nay, I think +that when all is done, good may spring out of the present +troubles——"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">276</a></span>"What is it?" she said quickly. "Is any one ill? my +mother——"</p> + +<p>"No, Judith," he said; "'tis no trial of that kind you +are called to face. The Lord hath been merciful to you +and yours these several years; while others have borne +the heavy hand of affliction and lost their dearest at untimeous +seasons, you have been spared for many years +now, all but such trials as come in the natural course: +would I could see you as thankful as you ought to be to +the Giver of all good. And yet I know not but that grief +over such afflictions is easier to bear than grief over the +consequences of our own wrong-doing; memory preserves +this last the longer; sorrow is not so enduring, nor cuts +so deep, as remorse. And then to think that others have +been made to suffer through our evil-doing—that is an +added sting; when those who have expected naught but +filial obedience and duty—and the confidence that should +exist between children and their parents——"</p> + +<p>But this phrase about filial obedience had struck her +with a sudden fear.</p> + +<p>"I pray you, what is it, sir? What have I done?" she +said, almost in a cry.</p> + +<p>Then he saw that he had gone too fast and too far.</p> + +<p>"Nay, Judith," he said, "be not over-alarmed. 'Tis perchance +but carelessness, and a disposition to trust yourself +in all circumstances to your own guidance that have +to be laid to your charge. I hope it may be so; I hope +matters may be no worse; 'tis for yourself to say. I come +from your mother and sister, Judith," he continued, in +measured tones. "I may tell you at once that they have +learned of your having been in secret communication with +a stranger who has been in these parts, and they would +know the truth. I will not seek to judge you beforehand, +nor point out to you what perils and mischances must ever +befall you, so long as you are bent on going your own +way, without government or counsel; that you must now +perceive for yourself—and I trust the lesson will not be +brought home to you too grievously."</p> + +<p>"Is that all?" Judith had said quickly to herself, and +with much relief.</p> + +<p>"Good sir," she said to him, coolly, "I hope my good +mother and Susan are in no bewilderment of terror. 'Tis +true, indeed, that there was one in this neighborhood whom +I met and spoke with on several occasions; if there was +secrecy, 'twas because the poor young gentleman was in +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">277</a></span>hiding; he dared not even present the letter that he +brought commending him to my father. Nay, good Master +Blaise, I pray you comfort my mother and sister, and +assure them there was no harm thought of by the poor +young man."</p> + +<p>"I know not that, Judith," said he, with his clear, observant +eyes trying to read her face in the dusk. "But your +mother and sister would fain know what manner of man +he was, and what you know of him, and how he came to +be here."</p> + +<p>Then the fancy flashed across her mind that this intervention +of his was but the prompting of his own jealousy, +and that he was acting as the spokesman of her mother +and sister chiefly to get information for himself.</p> + +<p>"Why, sir," said she, lightly, "I think you might as +well ask these questions of my grandmother, that knoweth +about as much as I do concerning the young man, and was +as sorry as I for his ill fortunes."</p> + +<p>"I pray you take not this matter so heedlessly, Judith," +he said, with some coldness. "'Tis of greater moment +than you think. No idle curiosity has brought me hither +to-day; nay, it is with the authority of your family that I +put these questions to you, and I am charged to ask you to +answer them with all of such knowledge as you may have."</p> + +<p>"Well, well," said she, good-naturedly; "his name——"</p> + +<p>She was about to say that his name was Leofric Hope, +but she checked herself, and some color rose to her face—though +he could not see that.</p> + +<p>"His name, good sir, as I believe, is John Orridge," +she continued, but with no embarrassment; indeed she did +not think that she had anything very serious either to conceal +or to confess; "and I fear me the young man is +grievously in debt, or otherwise forced to keep away from +those that would imprison him; and being come to Warwickshire +he brought a letter to my father, but was afraid +to present it. He hath been to the cottage here certain +times, for my grandmother, as well as I, was pleased to +hear of the doings in London; and right civil he was, and +well-mannered; and 'twas news to us to hear about the +theatres, and my father's way of living there. But why +should my mother and Susan seek to know aught of him? +Surely Prudence hath not betrayed the trust I put in her—for +indeed the young man was anxious that his being in +the neighborhood should not be known to any in Stratford. +However, as he is now gone away, and that some weeks +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">278</a></span>ago, 'tis of little moment, as I reckon; and if ever he +cometh back here, I doubt not but that he will present +himself at New Place, that they may judge of him as they +please. That he can speak for himself, and to advantage +and goodly showing, I know right well."</p> + +<p>"And that is all you can say of this man, Judith," said he, +with some severity in his tone—"with this man that you +have been thus familiar with?"</p> + +<p>"Marry is it!" she said, lightly. "But I have had +guesses, no doubt; for first I thought him a gentleman of +the Court, he being apparently acquainted with all the +doings there; and then methought he was nearer to the +theatres, from his knowledge of the players. But you +would not have had me ask the young man as to his occupation +and standing, good sir? 'Twould have been unseemly +in a stranger, would it not? Could I dare venture +on questions, he being all unknown to any of us?"</p> + +<p>And now a suspicion flashed upon him that she was +merely befooling him, so he came at once and sharply to +the point.</p> + +<p>"Judith," said he, endeavoring to pierce with his keen +eyes the dusk that enshrouded her, "you have not told me +all. How came he to have a play of your father's in his +possession?"</p> + +<p>"Now," said she, with a quick anger, "that is ill done of +Prudence! No one but Prudence knew; and for so harmless +a secret—and that all over and gone, moreover—and +the young man himself away, I know not where—nay, by +my life! I had not thought that Prudence would serve +me so. And to what end? Why, good sir, I myself lent +the young man the sheets of my father's writing—they +were the sheets that were thrown aside—and I got each +and all of them safely back, and replaced them. Prudence +knew what led me to lend him my father's play; and where +was the harm of it? I thought not that she would go and +make trouble out of so small a thing."</p> + +<p>By this time the good parson had come to see pretty +clearly how matters stood—what with Prudence's explanations +and Judith's present confessions; and he made no +doubt that this stranger—whether from idleness, or for +amusement, or with some more sinister purpose, he had +no means of knowing—had copied the play when he had +taken the sheets home with him to the farm; while as to +the appearance in London of the copy so taken, it was +sufficiently obvious that Judith was in complete ignorance, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">279</a></span>and could afford no information whatever. So that now +the first part of his mission was accomplished. He asked +her a few more questions, and easily discovered that she +knew nothing whatever about the young man's position in +life, or whether he had gone straight from the farm to +London, or whether he was in London now. As to his +being in possession, or having been in possession, of a +copy of her father's play, it was abundantly evident that +she had never dreamed of any such thing.</p> + +<p>And now he came to the more personal part of his mission, +that was for him much more serious.</p> + +<p>"Judith," said he, "'tis not like you should know what +sad and grievous consequences may spring from errors +apparently small. How should you? You will take no +heed or caution. The advice of those who would be nearest +and dearest to you is of no account with you. You will +go your own way—as if one of your years and experience +could know the pitfalls that lie in a young maiden's path. +The whole of life is but a jest to you—a tale without meaning—something +to pass the hour withal. And think you +that such blindness and wilfulness bring no penalty? Nay, +sooner or later the hour strikes; you look back and see +what you have done—and the offers of safe guidance that +you have neglected or thrust aside."</p> + +<p>"I pray you, sir, what is it now?" she said, indifferently +(and with a distinct wish that he would go away and release +her, and let her get out into the light again). "Methought +I had filled up the measure of my iniquities."</p> + +<p>"Thus it is—thus it will be always," said he, with a kind +of hopelessness, "so long as you harden your heart and +have no thought but for the vanities of the moment." +And then he addressed her more pointedly. "But even +now methinks I can tell you what will startle you out of +your moral sloth, which is an offence in the eyes of the +Lord, as it is a cause for pity and almost despair to all who +know you. It was a light matter, you think, that you +should hold this secret commerce with a stranger; careless +of the respect due to your father's house; careless of the +opinion and the anxious wishes of your friends; careless, +even, of your good name——"</p> + +<p>"My good name?" said she, quickly and sharply. "I +pray you, sir, have heed what you say."</p> + +<p>"Have heed to what I have to tell you, Judith," said he, +sternly. "Ay, and take warning by it. Think you that I +have pleasure in being the bearer of evil tidings?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">280</a></span>"But what now, sir? What now? Heaven's mercy on +us, let us get to the end of the dreadful deeds I have +done!" she exclaimed, with some anger and impatience.</p> + +<p>"I would spare you, but may not," said he, calmly. +"And, now, what if I were to tell you that this young +man whom you encouraged into secret conversation—whose +manners seemed to have had so much charm for +you—was a rascal, thief, and villain? How would your +pride bear it if I told you that he had cozened you with +some foolish semblance of a wizard?"</p> + +<p>"Good sir, I know it," she retorted. "He himself told +me as much."</p> + +<p>"Perchance. Perchance 'twas part of his courteous +manners to tell you as much!" was the scornful rejoinder. +"But he did not tell you all—he did not tell you that he +had copied out every one of those sheets of your father's +writing; that he was about to carry that stolen copy to +London, like the knave and thief that he was; that he +was to offer it for money to the booksellers. He did not +tell you that soon your father and his associates in the +theatre would be astounded by learning that a copy of the +new play had been obtained, in some dark fashion, and +sold; that it was out of their power to recover it; that +their interests would be seriously affected by this vile conspiracy; +or that they would by and by discover that this +purloined play, which was like to cause them so much +grievous loss and vexation of mind, had been obtained +here—in this very neighborhood—and by the aid of no +other than your father's daughter."</p> + +<p>"Who—told—you—this?" she asked in a strange, +stunned way: her eyes were terror-stricken, her hands all +trembling.</p> + +<p>"A good authority," said he—"your father. A letter is +but now come from London."</p> + +<p>She uttered a low, shuddering cry; it was a moan almost.</p> + +<p>"See you now," said he (for he knew that all her +bravery was struck down, and she entirely at his mercy), +"what must ever come of your wilfulness and your scorn +of those who would aid and guide you? Loving counsel +and protection are offered you—the natural shield of a +woman; but you must needs go your own way alone. +And to what ends? Think you that this is all? Not so. +For the woman who makes to herself her own rule of conduct +must be prepared for calumnious tongues. And bethink +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">281</a></span>you what your father must have thought of you—the +only daughter of his household now—when he learned +the story of this young man coming into Warwickshire, +and befooling you with his wizard's tricks, and meeting +you secretly, and cozening you of the sheets of your +father's play. These deeds that are done in the dark soon +reach to daylight; and can you wonder, when your father +found your name abroad in London—the heroine of a +common jest—a byword—that his vexation and anger +should overmaster him? What marvel that he should +forthwith send to Stratford, demanding to know what +further could be learned of the matter—perchance fondly +trusting, who knows, to find that rumor had lied? But +there is no such hope for him—nor for you. What must +your mother say in reply? What excuse can she offer? +Or how make reparation to those associates of your father +who suffer with him? And how get back your good +name, that is being bandied about the town as the heroine +of a foolish jest? Your father may regain possession of +his property—I know not whether that be possible or no—but +can he withdraw the name of his daughter from the +ribald wit of the taverns? And I know which he valueth +the more highly, if his own daughter know it not."</p> + +<p>He had struck hard; he knew not how hard.</p> + +<p>"My father wrote thus?" she said; and her head was +bent, and her hands covering her face.</p> + +<p>"I read the letter no more than an hour ago," said he. +"Your mother and sister would have me come over to +see whether such a story could be true; but Prudence had +already admitted as much——"</p> + +<p>"And my father is angered?" she said, in that low, +strange voice.</p> + +<p>"Can you wonder at it?" he said.</p> + +<p>Again there came an almost inarticulate moan, like that +of an animal stricken to death.</p> + +<p>As for him, he had now the opportunity of pouring forth +the discourse to her that he had in a measure prepared as +he came along the highway. He knew right well that she +would be sorely wounded by this terrible disclosure; that +the proud spirit would be in the dust; that she would be in +a very bewilderment of grief. And he thought that now +she might consent to gentle leading, and would trust herself +to the only one (himself, to wit) capable of guiding +her through her sorrows; and he had many texts and illustrations +apposite. She heard not one word. She was +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">282</a></span>as motionless as one dead; and the vision that rose before +her burning brain was the face of her father as she +had seen it for a moment in the garden, on the morning +of his departure. That terrible swift look of anger toward +old Matthew she had never forgotten—the sudden +lowering of the brows, the flash in the eyes, the strange +contraction of the mouth; and that was what she saw +now—that was how he was regarding her—and that, she +knew, would be the look that would meet her always and +always as she lay and thought of him in the long, wakeful +nights. She could not go to him. London was far away. +She could not go to him and throw herself at his feet, and +beg and pray with outstretched and trembling hands for +but one word of pity. The good parson had struck hard.</p> + +<p>And yet in a kind of way he was trying to administer +consolation—at all events, counsel. He was enlarging on +the efficacy of prayer. And he said that if the Canaanitish +woman of old had power to intercede for her daughter, +and win succor for her, surely that would not be denied +to such an one as Judith's mother, if she sought, for her +daughter, strength and fortitude in trouble where alone +these could be found.</p> + +<p>"The Canaanitish woman," said he, "had but the one +saving grace, but that an all-powerful one, of faith; and +even when the disciples would have her sent away, she +followed worshipping, and saying 'Lord, help me.' And +the Lord himself answered and said, 'It is not good to +take the children's bread, and to cast it to whelps.' But +she said, 'Truth, Lord; yet indeed the whelps eat of the +crumbs which fall from their master's table.' Then our +Lord answered, and said, 'O woman, great is thy faith; +be it to thee as thou desirest.' And her daughter was +made whole at that hour."</p> + +<p>Judith started up; she had not heard a single word.</p> + +<p>"I pray you, pardon me, good sir," she said, for she +was in a half-frantic state of misery and despair; "my—my +grandmother will speak with you—I—I pray you +pardon me——"</p> + +<p>She got up into her own little chamber—she scarce +knew how. She sat down on the bed. There were no +tears in her eyes, but there was a terrible weight on her +chest that seemed to stifle her; and she was breathless, +and could not think aright, and her trembling hands were +clinched. Sometimes she wildly thought she wanted +Prudence to come to her; and then a kind of shudder +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">283</a></span>possessed her—and a wish to go away—she cared not +where—and be seen no more. That crushing weight increased, +choking her; she could not rest; she rose, and +went quickly down the stair, and through the garden into +the road.</p> + +<p>"Judith, wench!" called her grandmother, who was +talking to the parson.</p> + +<p>She took no heed. She went blindly on; and all these +familiar things seemed so different now. How could the +children laugh so? She got into the Bidford road; she +did not turn her eyes toward any whom she met, to see +whether she knew them or no—there was enough within +her own brain for her to think of. She made her way to +the summit of Bardon Hill, and there she looked over the +wide landscape; but it was toward London that she looked, +and with a strange and trembling fear. And then she +seemed anxious to hide away from being seen, and went +down by hedge-rows and field-paths, and at last she was +by the river. She regarded it, flowing so stealthily by, in +the sad and monotonous silence. Here was an easy means +of slipping away from all this dread thing that seemed to +surround her and overwhelm her—to glide away as noiselessly +and peacefully as the river itself to any unknown +shore, she cared not what. And then she sat down, still +looking vaguely and absently at the water, and began to +think of all that had happened to her on the banks of this +stream; and she looked at these visionary pictures and at +herself in them as if they were apart and separated from +her, and she never to be like that again. Was it possible +that she ever could have been so careless and so happy, +with no weight at all resting on her heart, but singing out +of mere thoughtlessness, and teaching Willie Hart the +figures of dances, herself laughing the while? It seemed +a long time ago now, and that he was cut off from her too, +and all of them, and that there was to be no expiation for +evermore for this that she had done.</p> + +<p>How long she sat there she knew not. Everything was +a blank to her but this crushing consciousness that what +had happened could never be recalled; that her father and +she were forever separated now—and his face regarding +her with the terrible look she had seen in the garden; that +all the happy past was cut away from her, and she an outcast, +and a byword, and a disgrace to all that knew her. +And then she thought, in the very weariness of her misery, +that if she could only walk away anywhere—anywhere +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">284</a></span>alone, so that no one should meet her or question her—until +she was broken and exhausted with fatigue, she +would then go back to her own small room, and lie down +on the bed, and try if sleep would procure some brief spell +of forgetfulness, some relief from her aching head and far +heavier heart. But when she rose she found that she was +trembling from weakness, and a kind of shiver as of cold +went through her, though the autumn day was warm +enough. She walked slowly, and almost dragged herself, +all the way home. Her hand shook so that she could +scarce undo the latch of the gate. She heard her grandmother +in the inner apartment, but she managed to creep +noiselessly up-stairs into her own little chamber, and there +she sank down on the bed, and lay in a kind of stupor, +pressing her hands on her throbbing brow.</p> + +<p>It was some two hours afterward that her grandmother, +who did not know that Judith had returned, was walking +along the little passage, and was startled by hearing a low +moaning above—a kind of dull cry of pain—so slight that +she had to listen again ere she could be sure that it was not +mere fancy. Instantly she went up the few wooden steps +and opened the door. Judith was lying on the bed, with +all her things on, just as she had seen her go forth. And +then—perhaps the noise of the opening of the door had +wakened her—she started up, and looked at her grandmother +in a wild and dazed kind of way, as if she had just +shaken off some terrible dream.</p> + +<p>"Oh, grandmother," she said, springing to her, and clinging +to her like a child, "it is not true—it is not true—it +cannot be true!"</p> + +<p>But then she fell to crying—crying as if her heart would +break. The whole weight of her misery came back upon +her, and the hopelessness of it, and her despair.</p> + +<p>"Why, good lass," said her grandmother, smoothing the +sun-brown hair that was buried in her bosom, and trying to +calm the violence of the girl's sobbing, "thou must not +take on so. Thy father may be angered, 'tis true, but there +will come brighter days for thee. Nay, take not on so, +good lass!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, grandmother, you cannot understand!" she said, +and her whole form was shaken with sobs. "You cannot +understand. Grandmother, grandmother, there was—there +was but the one rose—in my garden—and that is gone +now."</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XXX.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">285</a></span></h2> + +<h3>IN TIME OF NEED.</h3> + +<p>Late that night, in the apartment below, Tom Quiney +was seated by the big fireplace, staring moodily into the +chips and logs that had been lit there, the evenings having +grown somewhat chill now. There was a little parcel lying +unopened and unheeded on the table. He had not had +patience to wait for the fair of the morrow; he had ridden +all the way to Warwick to purchase something worthy of +Judith's acceptance, and he had come over to the cottage +in high hopes of her being still in that kindly mood that +reminded him of other days. Then came the good dame's +story of what had befallen; and how that the parson had +been over, bringing with him these terrible tidings; and +how that since then Judith would not hear of any one being +sent for, and would take no food, but was now lying there, +alone in the dark, moaning to herself at times. And the +good dame—as this tall young fellow sat there listening to +her, with his fists clinched, and the look on his face ever +growing darker—went on to express her fear that the parson +had been over-hard with her grandchild; that probably +he could not understand how her father had been the +very idol of her life-long worship; that the one thing she +was ever thinking of was how to win his approval—to be +rewarded by even a nod of encouragement.</p> + +<p>"Nay, I liked not the manner of his speaking, when he +wur come to me in the garden," the old dame continued. +"I liked it not. He be sharp of tongue, the young pahrson, +and there were too much to my mind of discipline, +and chastening of proud spirits, and the like o' that. To +my mind he have not years enough to be placed in such +authority."</p> + +<p>"The Church is behind him," said this young fellow, +almost to himself, and his eyes were burning darkly as he +spoke. "I may not put hand on him. The Church is behind +him. Marry, 'tis a goodly shelter for men that be of +the woman kind."</p> + +<p>Then he looked up quickly, and his words were savage.—"What +think you, good grandmother, were one to seize +him by the neck and heel and break his back on the rail +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">286</a></span>of Clopton's bridge? Were it not well done? By my life +I think it were well done!"</p> + +<p>"Nay, nay, now," said she, quickly, for she was somewhat +alarmed, seeing his face set hard with passion and +his eyes afire. "I would have no brawling. There be +plenty of harm done already. Perchance the good pahrson +hath not spoken so harshly after all. In good sooth, +now, none but her own people can understand how the +wench hath ever looked up to her father—for a word or a +nod commending her, as I say—and when she be told now +that she hath wrought mischief, and caused herself to be +talked about, and her father vexed, and all the rest of the +tale, why 'tis like to drive her out of her mind. And now +this be all her cry—that she may see no one of her people +any more, she would bide with me here; 'Grandmother, +grandmother,' she saith, 'I will bide with you, if you will +suffer me. I will show myself in Stratford no more; they +shall have no shame through me.' Nay, but the wench be +half out of her senses, as I think, and saith wild things—that +she would go and sell herself to be a slave in the +Indies, could she restore the money to her father or bring +him back this that he hath lost. 'Tis a terrible plight for +the poor wench; and always she saith, 'Grandmother, +grandmother, let me bide with you; I will never go back +to New Place; grandmother, I can work as well as any, +and you will let me bide with you.' Poor lass—poor +lass!"</p> + +<p>"But how came the parson to interfere?" Quiney said, +hotly. "I'll be sworn Judith's father did not write to him. +How came he to be preaching his discipline and chastisement? +How came he to be intrusted with the task of +abusing her and crushing the too proud spirit? By heavens, +now, there may be occasion erelong to tame some +one's proud spirit, but not the spirit of a defenceless young +maid—marry, that is work fit only for parsons. Man to +man is the better way—and it will come erelong."</p> + +<p>"Nay, softly, softly, good Master Quiney," said the old +dame in her gentlest tones. "Would you mar all the +good opinion that Judith hath of you? Why, to-day, now, +just ere the parson came, I wur in the garden, putting +things straight a bit, and as she came through she says to +me, quite pleasant-like, I have just been across the fields, +grandmother, with Master Quiney—or Tom Quiney, as +she said, being friendly and pleasant-like—and I hear less +now of his quarrelling and fighting among the young men; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">287</a></span>and his business goeth on well; and to-morrow, grandmother, +he is going to buy me something at the fair."</p> + +<p>"Said she all that?" he asked, quickly, and with a flush +of color rushing to his face.</p> + +<p>"Marry did she, and looked pleased; for 'tis a right +friendly wench, and good-natured withal," the old dame +said, glad to see that these words had for the moment scattered +his wrath to the winds; and she went on for some +little time talking to him in her garrulous easy fashion +about Judith's frank and honest qualities, and her goodhearted +ways, and the pretty daintinesses of her coaxing +when she was so inclined. It was a story he was not loath +to listen to, and yet it seemed so strange; they were talking +of her almost as of one passed away—as if the girl lying +there in that darkened room, instead of torturing her +brain with incessant and lightning-like visions of all the +harm she had caused in London, were now far removed +from all such troubles, and hushed in the calm of death.</p> + +<p>He went to the table and opened the box, and took out +the little present he had brought for Judith. It was a pair +of lace cuffs, with a slender silver circle at the wrist, the +lace going back from that in a succession of widening +leaves. It was not only a pretty present, it was also (in +proportion to his means) a costly one, as the old dame's +sharp eyes instantly saw.</p> + +<p>"I think she would have been pleased with them," he +said, absently. And then he said,</p> + +<p>"Good grandmother, it were of no use to lay them near +her in the morning—on a chair or at the window—that +perchance she might look at them?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, nay," the grandmother said, shaking her head, +"'tis no child's trouble that hath befallen the poor wench, +that she can be comforted with pretty trifles."</p> + +<p>"I meant not that," said he, flushing somewhat. "'Tis +that I would have her know that—that there were friends +thinking of her all the same—those that would rather have +her gladdened and tended and made much of, than—than—chidden +with any chastisement."</p> + +<p>This word chastisement seemed to recall his anger.</p> + +<p>"I say that Judith hath done no wrong at all," he said, +as if he were confronting some one not there; "and that +I will maintain; and let no man in my hearing say aught +else. Why, now, the story as you tell it, good grandmother—'tis +as plain as daylight—a child can see it—all +that she did was done to magnify her father and his writing; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">288</a></span>and if the villain sold the play—or let it slip out of +his hands—was that her doing? Doubtless it is a sore +mischance; but I see not that Judith is to be blamed for +it; and right well I know that if her father were to hear how +she is smitten down with grief he would be the first to say, +'Good lass, there is no such harm done. A great harm +would be your falling sick; get you up and out, seek your +friends again, and be happy as you were before.' That is +what he would say, I will take my oath of it; and if the +parson and his chastisements were to come across him, by +my life I would not seek to be in the parson's shoes!"</p> + +<p>"I must make another trial with the poor wench," said +the good grandmother, rising, "that hath eaten nothing +all the day. In truth her only crying is to be left alone +now, and that hereafter I am to let her bide with me. It +be a poor shelter, I think, for one used to live in a noble +house; but there 'tis, so long as she wisheth it."</p> + +<p>"Nay, but this cannot be suffered to go on, good Mistress +Hathaway," said he, as he rose and got his cap; "for +if Judith take no food, and will see no one, and be alone +with her trouble, of a surety she will fall ill. Now to-morrow +morning I will bring Prudence over. If any can +comfort her, Prudence can; and that she will be right +willing, I know. They have been as sisters."</p> + +<p>"That be well thought of, Master Quiney," said the +grandmother, as she went to the door with him. "Take +care o' the ditch the other side of the way; it be main +dark o' nights now."</p> + +<p>"Good-night to you, good grandmother," said he, as he +disappeared in the darkness.</p> + +<p>But it was neither back home nor yet to Stratford town +that Tom Quiney thought of going all that long night. +He felt a kind of constraint upon him (and yet a constraint +that kept his heart warm with a secret satisfaction) that he +should play the part of a watch-dog, as it were—as if +Judith were sorely ill, or in danger, or in need of protection +somehow; and he kept wandering about in the dark, +never at any great radius from the cottage. His self-imposed +task was the easier now that, as the black clouds +overhead slowly moved before the soft westerly wind, gaps +were opened, and here and there clusters of stars were +visible, shedding a faint light down on the sombre roads +and fields and hedges. Many strange fancies occurred to +him during that long and silent night, as to what he could +do, or would like to do, for Judith's sake. Breaking the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">289</a></span>parson's neck was the first and most natural, and the most +easily accomplished; but fleeing the country, which he +knew must follow, did not seem so desirable a thing. He +wanted to do something—he knew not what. He wished +he had been less of a companion with the young men, and +less careful to show, with them, that Stratford town and +the county of Warwick could hold their own against all +comers. If he had been more considerate and gentle with +Judith, perhaps she would not have sought the society of +the parson. He knew he had not the art of winning her +over, like the parson. He could not speak so plausibly. +Nor had he the authority of the Church behind him. It +was natural for women to think much of that, and to be +glad of the shelter of authority. Parsons themselves (he +considered) were a kind of half women, being in women's +secrets, and entitled to speak to them in ghostly confidence. +But if Judith, now, wanted some one to do something +for her, no matter what, in his rough-and-ready way—well, +he wondered what that could be that he would +refuse. And so the dark hours went by.</p> + +<p>With the gray of the dawn he began to cast his eyes +abroad, as if to see if any one were stirring, or approaching +the cluster of cottages nestled down there among the +trees. The daylight widened and spread up in the trembling +east; the fields and the woods became clear; here +and there a small tuft of blue smoke began to arise from +a cottage chimney. And now he was on Bardon Hill, and +could look abroad over the wide landscape lying between +Shottery and Stratford town; and if any one—any one +bringing lowering brows and further cruel speech to a +poor maid already stricken down and defenceless—had +been in sight, what then? Watchfully and slowly he went +down from the hill, and back to the meadows lying between +the hamlet and Stratford, there to interpose, as it +were, and question all comers. And well it was, for the +sake of peace and charity, that the good parson did not +chance to be early abroad on this still morning; and well +it was for the young man himself. There was no wise-eyed +Athene to descend from the clouds and bid this +wrathful Achilles calm his heart. He was only an English +country youth, though sufficiently Greek-like in form; +and he was hungry and gray-faced with his vigil of the +night, and not in a placable mood. Nay, when a young +man is possessed with the consciousness that he is the defender +of some one behind him—some one who is weak +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">290</a></span>and feminine and suffering—he is apt to prove a dangerous +antagonist; and it was well for all concerned that he had +no occasion to pick a quarrel on this morning in these +quiet meadows. In truth he might have been more at +rest had he known that the good parson was in no hurry +to follow up his monitions of the previous day; he wished +these to sink into her mind and take root there, so that +thereafter might spring up such wholesome fruits as repentance +and humility, and the desire of godly aid and +counsel.</p> + +<p>By-and-by he slipped away home, plunged his head into +cold water to banish the dreams of the night, and then, +having swallowed a cup of milk to stay his hunger, he +went along to Chapel Street, to see if he could have speech +of Prudence. He found that not only were all of the +household up and doing, but that Prudence herself was +ready to go out, being bent on one of her charitable errands; +and it needed but a word to alter the direction of +her kindness: of course she would at once go to see Judith.</p> + +<p>"Truly I had fears of it," said she, as they went through +the fields, the pale, calm face having grown more and more +anxious as she listened to all that he had to tell her. +"Her father was as the light of the world to her. With +the others of us she hath ever been headstrong in a measure, +and careless—and yet so lovable withal, and merry, +that I for one could never withstand her—nay, I confess I +tried not to withstand her, for never knew I of any wilfulness +of hers springing from anything but good-nature and +her kind and generous ways. But that she was ever ready +to brave our opinions I know, and perchance make light +of our anxieties, we not having her courage; and in all +things she seemed to be a guide unto herself, and to walk +sure and have no fear. In all things but one. Indeed 'tis +true what her grandmother told you, and who should +know better than I, who was always with her? The +slightest wish of her father's—that was law to her. A +word of commending from him, and she was happy for +days. And think what this must be now—she that was so +proud of his approval—that scarce thought of aught else. +Nay, for myself I can see that they have told him all a +wrong story in London, that know I well; and 'tis no +wonder that he is vexed and angry; but Judith—poor +Judith——"</p> + +<p>She could say no more just then; she turned aside her +face somewhat.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">291</a></span>"Do you know what she said to her grandmother, Prudence, +when she fell a crying? that there had been but +the one rose in her garden, and that was gone now."</p> + +<p>"'Tis what Susan used to sing," said Prudence, with +rather trembling lips. "'<i>The rose is from my garden gone</i>,' +'twas called. Ay, and hath she that on her mind now? +Truly I wish that her mother and Susan had let me break +this news to her; none know as well as I what it must be +to her."</p> + +<p>And here Tom Quiney quickly asked her whether it +was not clear to her that the parson had gone beyond his +mission altogether—and that in a way that would have to +be dealt with afterward, when all these things were +amended? Prudence, with some faint color in her pale +face, defended Master Blaise to the best of her power, and +said she knew he could not have been unduly harsh; nay, +had she not herself, just as he was setting forth, besought +him to be kind and considerate with Judith? Hereupon +Quiney rather brusquely asked what the good man could +mean by phrases about discipline and chastenings and +chastisements; to which Prudence answered gently that +these were but separate words, and that she was sure +Master Blaise had fulfilled what he undertook in a merciful +spirit, which was his nature. After that there was a +kind of silence between these two; perhaps Quiney considered +that no good end could be served at present by +stating his own ideas on that subject. The proper time +would come, in due course.</p> + +<p>At length they reached the cottage. But here, to their +amazement, and to the infinite distress of Prudence, when +Judith's grandmother came down the wooden steps again, +she shook her head, saying that the wench would see no +one.</p> + +<p>"I thought as 'twould be so," she said.</p> + +<p>"But me, good grandmother! Me!" Prudence cried, +with tears in her eyes. "Surely she will not refuse to see +me!"</p> + +<p>"No one, she saith," was the answer. "Poor wench, +her head do ache so bad. And when one would cheer her +or comfort her a morsel, 'tis another fit of crying—that +will wear her to skin and bone, if she do not pluck up better +heart. She hath eaten naught this morning neither; +'tis for no wilfulness, poor lass, for she tried an hour ago; +and now 'tis best as I think to leave her alone."</p> + +<p>"By your leave, good grandmother," said Prudence, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">292</a></span>with some firmness, "that will I not. If Judith be in such +trouble, 'tis not likely that I should go away and leave her. +It hath never been the custom between us two."</p> + +<p>"As you will, Prudence," the grandmother said. "Young +hearts have their confidences among themselves. Perchance +you may be able to rouse her."</p> + +<p>Prudence went up the stairs silently and opened the door. +Judith was lying on the bed, her face turned away from +the light, her hands clasped over her forehead.</p> + +<p>"Judith!"</p> + +<p>There was no answer.</p> + +<p>"Judith," said her friend, going near, "I am come to +see you."</p> + +<p>There was a kind of sob—that was all.</p> + +<p>"Judith, is your head so bad? Can I do nothing for you?"</p> + +<p>She put over her hand—the soft and cool and gentle +touch of which had comforted many a sick-bed—and she +was startled to find that both Judith's hands and forehead +were burning hot.</p> + +<p>"No, sweetheart," was the answer, in a low and broken +voice, "you can do nothing for me now."</p> + +<p>"Nay, nay, Judith, take heart," Prudence said, and she +gently removed the hot fingers from the burning forehead, +and put her own cooler hand there, as if to dull the +throbbing of the pain. "Sweetheart, be not so cast down! +'Twill be all put right in good time."</p> + +<p>"Never—never!" the girl said, without tears, but with +an abject hopelessness of tone. "It can never be undone +now. He said my name was become a mockery among +my father's friends. For myself, I would not heed that—nay, +they might say of me what they pleased—but that +my father should hear of it—a mockery and scorn—and +they think I cared so little for my father that I was ready +to give away his papers to any one pretending to be a +sweetheart and befooling me—and my father to know it +all, and to hear such things said—no, that can never be +undone now. I used to count the weeks and the days +and the very hours when I knew he was coming back—that +was the joy of my life to me—and now, if I were to +know that he were coming near to Stratford I should fly +and hide somewhere—anywhere—in the river as lief as +not. Nay, I make no complaint. 'Tis my own doing, and +it cannot be undone now."</p> + +<p>"Judith, Judith, you break my heart!" her friend cried. +"Surely to all troubles there must come an end."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">293</a></span>"Yes, yes," was the answer, in a low voice, and almost as +if she were speaking to herself. "That is right. There +will come an end. I would it were here now."</p> + +<p>All Prudence's talking seemed to be of no avail. She +reasoned and besought—oftentimes with tears in her eyes—but +Judith remained quite listless and hopeless; she +seemed to be in a stunned and dazed condition after the +long sleeplessness of the night; and Prudence was afraid +that further entreaties would only aggravate her headache.</p> + +<p>"I will go and get you something to eat now," said she. +"Your grandmother says you have had nothing since +yesterday."</p> + +<p>"Do not trouble; 'tis needless, sweetheart," Judith said; +and then she added with a brief shiver, "but if you could +fetch a thick cloak, dear Prudence, and throw it over me—surely +the day is cold somewhat."</p> + +<p>A few minutes after (so swift and eager was everybody +in the house) Judith was warmly wrapped up; and by the +side of the bed, on a chair, was some food the good grandmother +had been keeping ready, and also a flask of wine +that Quiney had brought with him.</p> + +<p>"Look you, Judith," said Prudence, "here is some wine +that Thomas Quiney hath brought for you—'tis of a +rare quality, he saith—and you must take a little. Nay, +you must and shall, sweetheart; and then perchance you +may be able to eat."</p> + +<p>She sipped a little of the wine; it was but to show her +gratitude and send him her thanks. She could not touch +the food. She seemed mostly anxious for rest and quiet; +and so Prudence noiselessly left her and stole down the +stair again.</p> + +<p>Prudence was terribly perplexed and in a kind of despair +almost.</p> + +<p>"I know not what to do," she said. "I would bring +over her mother and Susan, but that she begs and prays +me not to do that—nay, she cannot see them she says. +And there is no reasoning with her. It cannot be undone +now—that is her constant cry. What to do I cannot tell; +for surely, if she remain so, and take no comfort, she will +fall ill."</p> + +<p>"Ay, and if that be so who is to blame?" said Quiney, +who was walking up and down in considerable agitation. +"I say that letter should never have been put into the +parson's hands. Was it meant to be conveyed to Judith? +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">294</a></span>I warrant me it was not! Did her father say that he +wished her chidden? did he ask any of you to bid the parson +go to her with his upbraidings? would he himself have +been so quick and eager to chasten her proud spirit? I +tell you no. He is none of the parson kind. Vexed he +might have been, but he would have taken no vengeance. +What—on his own child? By heavens, I'll be sworn now +that if he were here, at this minute, he would take the girl +by the hand, and laugh at her for being so afraid of his +anger—ay, I warrant me he would—and would bid her be +of good cheer, and brighten her face, that was ever the +brightest in Warwickshire, as I have heard him say. That +would he—my life on it!"</p> + +<p>"Ah," said Prudence, wistfully, "if you could only persuade +Judith of that!"</p> + +<p>"Persuade her?" said he. "Why, I would stake my +life that is what her father would do?"</p> + +<p>"You could not persuade her," said Prudence, with a +hopeless air. "No; she thinks it is all over now between +her father and her. She is disgraced and put away from +him. She hath done him such injury, she says, as even his +enemies have never done. When he comes back again, she +says, to Stratford, she will be here, and she knows that he +will never come near this house; and that will be better +for her, she says, for she could never again meet him face +to face."</p> + +<p>Well, all that day Judith lay there in that solitary room, +desiring only to be left alone; taking no food; the racking +pains in her head returning from time to time; and +now and again she shivered slightly, as if from cold. Tom +Quiney kept coming and going to hear news of her, or to +consult with Prudence as to how to rouse her from this +hopelessness of grief; and as the day slowly passed, he +grew more and more disturbed and anxious and restless. +Could nothing be done? Could nothing be done? was +his constant cry.</p> + +<p>He remained late that evening, and Prudence stayed all +night at the cottage. In the morning he was over again +early, and more distressed than ever to hear that the girl +was wearing herself out with this agony of remorse—crying +stealthily when that she thought no one was near, and +hiding herself away from the light, and refusing to be +comforted.</p> + +<p>But during the long and silent watches he had been taking +counsel with himself.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">295</a></span>"Prudence," said he, regarding her with a curious look, +"do you think now, if some assurance were come from +her father himself—some actual message from him—a +kindly message—some token that he was far indeed from +casting her away from him—think you Judith would be +glad to have that?"</p> + +<p>"'Twould be like giving her life back to her," said the +girl, simply. "In truth I dread what may come of this; +'tis not in human nature to withstand such misery of +mind. My poor Judith, that was ever so careless and +merry!"</p> + +<p>He hesitated for a second or two, and then he said, +looking at her, and speaking in a cautious kind of way.</p> + +<p>"Because, when next I have need to write to London, +I might beg of some one—my brother Dick, perchance, +that is now in Bucklersbury, and would have small trouble +in doing such a service—I say I might beg of him to +go and see Judith's father, and tell him the true story, and +show him that she was not so much to blame. Nay, for +my part I see not that she was to blame at all, but for +over-kindness and confidence, and the wish to exalt her +father. The mischief that hath been wrought is the doing +of the scoundrel and villain on whose head I trust it may +fall erelong; 'twas none of hers. And if her father were +to have all that now put fairly and straight before him, +think you he would not be right sorry to hear that she had +taken his anger so much to heart, and was lying almost as +one dead at the very thought of it? I tell you, now, if all +this be put before him, and if he send her no comfortable +message—ay, and that forthwith, and gladly—I have far +misread him. And as for her, Prudence—'twould be welcome, +say you?"</p> + +<p>"'Twould be of the value of all the world to her," +Prudence said, in her direct and earnest way.</p> + +<p>Well, he almost immediately thereafter left (seeing that +he could be of no further help to these women-folk), and +walked quickly back to Stratford, and to his house, which +was also his place of business. He seemed to hurry +through his affairs with speed; then he went up-stairs +and looked out some clothing; he took down a pair of +pistols and put some fresh powder in the pans, and made +a few other preparations. Next he went round to the +stable, and the stout little Galloway nag whinnied when +she saw him at the door.</p> + +<p>"Well, Maggie, lass," said he, going into the stall, and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">296</a></span>patting her neck, and stroking down her knees, "what +sayst thou? Wouldst like a jaunt that would carry thee +many a mile away from Stratford town? Nay, but if you +knew the errand, I warrant me you would be as eager as +I! What, then—a bargain, lass! By my life, you shall +have many a long day's rest in clover when this sharp +work is done!"</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXI</h2> + +<h3>A LOST ARCADIA.</h3> + +<p>It was on this same morning that Judith made a desperate +effort to rouse herself from the prostration into +which she had fallen. All through that long darkness +and despair she had been wearily and vainly asking herself +whether she could do nothing to retrieve the evil she +had wrought. Her good name might go—she cared little +for that now—but was there no means of making up to +her father the actual money he had lost? It was not forgiveness +she thought of, but restitution. Forgiveness was +not to be dreamed of; she saw before her always that +angered face she had beheld in the garden, and her wish +was to hide away from that, and be seen of it no more. +Then there was another thing: if she were to be permitted +to remain at the cottage, ought she not to show herself +willing to take a share of the humblest domestic +duties? Might not the good dame begin to regard her as +but a useless encumbrance? If it were so that no work +her ten fingers could accomplish would ever restore to her +father what he had lost through her folly, at least it might +win her grandmother's forbearance and patience. And so +it was on the first occasion of her head ceasing to ache +quite so badly she struggled to her feet (though she was +so languid and listless and weak that she could scarcely +stand), and put round her the heavy cloak that had been +lying on the bed, and smoothed her hair somewhat, and +went to the door. There she stood for a minute or two, +listening, for she would not go down if there were any +strangers about.</p> + +<p>The house seemed perfectly still. There was not a +sound anywhere. Then, quite suddenly, she heard little +Cicely begin to sing to herself—but in snatches, as if she +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">297</a></span>were occupied with other matters—some well-known +rhymes to an equally familiar tune—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"By the moon we sport and play;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the night begins our day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As we drink the dew doth fall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trip it, dainty urchins all!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lightly as the little bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two by two, and three by three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And about go we, go we."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">—and she made no doubt that the little girl was alone in +the kitchen. Accordingly, she went down. Cicely, who +was seated near the window and busily engaged in plucking +a fowl, uttered a slight cry when she entered, and +started up.</p> + +<p>"Dear Mistress Judith," she said, "can I do aught for +you? Will you sit down? Dear, dear, how ill you do +look!"</p> + +<p>"I am not at all ill, little Cicely," said Judith, as cheerfully +as she could, and she sat down. "Give me the fowl—I +will do that for you, and you can go and help my +grandmother in whatever she is at."</p> + +<p>"Nay, not so," said the little maid, definitely refusing. +"Why should you?"</p> + +<p>"But I wish it," Judith said. "Do not vex me now—go +and seek my grandmother, like a good little lass."</p> + +<p>The little maid was thus driven to go, but it was with +another purpose. In about a couple of minutes she had +returned, and preceding her was Judith's grandmother.</p> + +<p>"What! art come down, wench?" the old dame said, +patting her kindly on the shoulder. "That be so far well—ay, +ay, I like that now—that be better for thee than +lying all alone. But what would you with the little maid's +work, that you would take it out of her hands?"</p> + +<p>"Why, if I am idle, and do nothing, grandmother, you +will be for turning me out of the house," the girl answered, +looking up with a strange kind of smile.</p> + +<p>"Turn thee out of the house," said her grandmother, +who had just caught a better glimpse of the wan and tired +face. "Ay, that will I—and now. Come thy ways, wench; +'tis time for thee to be in the fresh air. Cicely, let be the +fowl now. Put some more wood on the fire, and hang on +the pot—there's a clever lass. And thou, grandchild, +come thy ways with me into the garden, and I warrant me +when thou comest back a cupful of barley-broth will do +thee no harm."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">298</a></span>Judith obeyed, though she would fain have sat still. +And then, when she reached the front door what a bewilderment +of light and color met her eyes! She stood as +one dazed for a second or two. The odors of the flowers +and the shrubs were so strange, moreover—pungent and +strange and full of memories. It seemed so long a time +since she had seen this wonderful glowing world and +breathed this keen air, that she paused on the stone flag +to collect her senses as it were. And then a kind of faintness +came over her, and perhaps she might have sank to +the ground, but that she laid hold of her grandmother's +arm.</p> + +<p>"Ay, ay, come thy ways and sit thee down, dearie," the +old dame said, imagining that the girl was but begging for +a little assistance in her walking. "I be main glad to see +thee out again. I liked not that lying there alone—nay, I +wur feared of it, and I bade Prudence send your mother +and Susan to see you——"</p> + +<p>"No, no, good grandmother, no, no!" Judith pleaded, +with all the effort that remained to her.</p> + +<p>"But yea, yea!" her grandmother said, sharply. "Foolish +wench, that would hide away from them that can best +aid thee! Ay, and knowest thou how the new disease, as +they call it, shows itself at the beginning? Why, with a +pinching of the face and sharp pains in the head. Wouldst +thou have me let thee lie there, and perchance go from +bad to worse, and not send for them—ay, and for Susan's +husband, if need were? Nay, but let not that fright thee, +good wench," she said, in a gentler way. "'Tis none so +bad as I thought, else you would not be venturing down +the stairs—nay, nay, there be no harm done as yet, I warrant +me—'tis a breath of fresh air to sharpen thee into a +hungry fit that will be the best doctor for thee. Here, sit +thee down and rest now, and when the barley-broth be +warm enough, Cicely shall bring thee out a dish of it. +Nay, I see no harm done. Keep up thy heart, lass; thou +wert ever a brave one—ay, what was there ever that could +daunt thee? and not the boldest of the youths but was +afraid of thy laugh and thy merry tongue. Heaven save +us, that thou should take on so! And if you would sell +yourself to work in slavery in the Indies, think you they +would buy a poor, weak, trembling creature? Nay, nay, +we will have to fetch back the roses to your cheeks ere +you make for that bargain, I warrant me!"</p> + +<p>They were now seated in the little arbor. On entering +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">299</a></span>Judith had cast her eyes round it in a strange and half-frightened +fashion; and now, as she sat there, she was +scarcely listening to the good-natured garrulity of the old +dame, which was wholly meant to cheer her spirits.</p> + +<p>"Grandmother," said she, in a low voice, "think you +'twas really he that took away with him my father's play?"</p> + +<p>"I know not how else it could have been come by," said +the grandmother, "but I pray you, child, heed not that +for the present. What be done and gone cannot be helped—let +it pass—there, there, now, what a lack of memory have +I, that should have shown thee the pretty lace cuffs that +Thomas Quiney left for thee—fit for a queen they be, to +be sure—ay, and the fine lace of them, and the silver, too. +He hath a free hand, he hath; 'tis a fair thing for any that +will be in life-partnership with him; 'twill not away, +marry 'twill not; 'twill bide in his nature—that will never +out of the flesh that's bred in the bone, as they say; and +I like to see a young man that be none of the miser kind, +but ready forth with his money where 'tis to please them +he hath a fancy for. A brave lad he is too, and one that +will hold his own; and when I told him that you were +pleased that his business went forward well, why, saith he, +as quick as quick, 'Said she that?' and if my old eyes fail +me not, I know of one that setteth greater share by your +good word than you imagine, wench."</p> + +<p>She but half heard; she was recalling all that had happened +in this very summer-house.</p> + +<p>"And think you, grandmother," said she, slowly, and +with absent eyes, "that when he was sitting here with us, +and telling us all about the Court doings, and about my +father's friends in London, and when he was so grateful +to us—or saying that he was so—for our receiving of him +here, think you that all the time he was planning to steal +my father's play, and to take it and sell it in London? +Grandmother can you think it possible? Could any one +be such a hypocrite? I know that he deceived me at the +first, but 'twas only a jest, and he confessed it all, and professed +his shame that he had so done. But, grandmother, +think of him—think of how he used to speak—and ever so +modest and gentle; is't possible that all the time he was +playing the thief, and looking forward to the getting away +to London to sell what he had stolen?"</p> + +<p>"For love's sake, sweetheart, heed that man no more! +'tis all done and gone—there can come no good of vexing +thyself about it," her grandmother said. "Be he villain +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">300</a></span>or not, 'twill be well for all of us that we never hear his +name more. In good sooth I am as much to blame as thou +thyself, child, for the encouraging him to come about, and +listening to his gossip—beshrew me, that I should have +meddled in such matters, and not bade him go about his +business! But 'tis all past and gone now, as I say—there +be no profit in vexing thyself——"</p> + +<p>"Past and gone, grandmother!" she exclaimed, and yet +in a listless way. "Yes—but what remains? Good grandmother, +perchance you did not hear all that the parson +said. 'Tis past and gone, truly—and more than you +think."</p> + +<p>The tone in which she uttered these words somewhat +startled the good dame, who looked at her anxiously. +And then she said,</p> + +<p>"Why, now, I warrant me the barley-broth will be hot +enough by this time: I will go fetch thee a cupful, wench—'twill +put warmth in thy veins, it will—ay, and cheer thy +heart too."</p> + +<p>"Trouble not, good grandmother," she said. "I would +as lief go back to my room now. The light hurts my eyes +strangely."</p> + +<p>"Back to your room? that shall you not!" was the +prompt answer, but not meant unkindly. "You shall wait +here, wench, till I bring thee that will put some color in +thy white face—ay, and some of Thomas Quiney's wine +withal; and if the light hurt thee, sit farther back, then—of +a truth 'tis no wonder, after thou hast hid thyself like a +dormouse for so long."</p> + +<p>And so she went away to the house. But she was +scarcely gone when Judith—in this extreme silence that +the rustling of a leaf would have disturbed—heard certain +voices; and listening more intently she made sure that the +new-comers must be Susan and her mother, whom Prudence +had asked to walk over. Instantly she got up, +though she had to steady herself for a moment by resting +her hand on the table; and then, as quickly as she could, +and as noiselessly, she stole along the path to the cottage, +and entered, and made her way up to her own room. She +fancied she had not been heard. She would rather be +alone. If they had come to accuse her, what had she to +answer? Why, nothing: they might say of her what they +pleased now, it was all deserved; only, the one denunciation +of her that she had listened to—the one she had heard +from the parson—seemed like the ringing of her death-knell. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">301</a></span>Surely there was no need to repeat that? They +could not wish to repeat it, did they but know all it meant +to her.</p> + +<p>Then the door was quietly opened, and her sister appeared, +bearing in one hand a small tray.</p> + +<p>"I have brought you some food, Judith, and a little +wine, and you must try and take them, sweetheart," said +she. "'Twas right good news to us that you had come +down and gone into the garden for a space. In truth, +making yourself ill will not mend matters; and Prudence +was in great alarm."</p> + +<p>She put the tray on a chair, for there was no table in the +room—but Judith, finding that her sister had not come to +accuse her, but was in this gentle mood, said quickly and +eagerly,</p> + +<p>"Oh, Susan, you can tell me all that I would so fain +know! You must have heard, for my father speaks to +you of all his affairs, and at your own wedding you must +have heard when all these things were arranged. Tell me, +Susan—I shall have a marriage-portion, shall I not?—and +how much, think you? Perchance not so large as yours, +for you are the elder, and Dr. Hall was ever a favorite +with my father. But I shall have a marriage-portion, Susan, +shall I not? nay, it may already be set aside for me."</p> + +<p>And then the elder sister did glance somewhat reproachfully +at her.</p> + +<p>"I wonder you should be thinking of such things, Judith," +said she.</p> + +<p>"Ah, but 'tis not as you imagine," the girl said, with +the same pathetic eagerness. "Tis in this wise now: +would my father take it in a measure to repay him for the +ill that I have done? Would it make up the loss, Susan, +or a part of it? Would he take it, think you? Ah, but +if he would do that!"</p> + +<p>"Why, that were an easy way out of the trouble, assuredly!" +her sister exclaimed. "To take the marriage-portion +that is set aside for thee—and if I mistake not, 'tis all +provided—ay, and the Rowington copyhold, which will fall +to thee, if 'tis not thine already; truly, 'twere a wise thing +to take these to make good this loss, and then, when you +marry, to have to give you your marriage-portion all the +same!"</p> + +<p>"Nay, nay, not so, Susan!" her sister cried, quickly. +"What said you? The Rowington copyhold also? and +perchance mine already? Susan, would it make good the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">302</a></span>loss? Would all taken together make good the loss? +For, as Heaven is my witness, I will never marry—nor +think of marrying—but rejoice all the days of my life if +my father would but take these to satisfy him of the injury +I have done him. Nay, but is't possible, Susan? Will he +do that for me—as a kindness to me? I have no right to +ask for such—but—but if only he knew—if only he knew!"</p> + +<p>The tears were running down her face; her hands were +clasped in abject entreaty.</p> + +<p>"Sweetheart, you know not what you ask," her sister +said, but gently. "When you marry, your marriage-portion +will have to be in accordance with our position in +the town—my father would not have it otherwise; were +you to surrender that now, would he let one of his daughters +go forth from his house as a beggar, think you? Or +what would her husband say to be so treated? You might +be willing to give up these, but my father could not, and +your husband would not."</p> + +<p>"Susan, Susan, I wish for no marriage," she cried; "I +will stay with my grandmother here; she is content that +I should bide with her; and if my father will take these, +'twill be the joy of my life; I shall wish for no more; and +New Place shall come to no harm by me; 'tis here that +I am to bide. Think you he would take them, Susan—think +you he would take them?" she pleaded; and in her +excitement she got up, and tried to walk about a little, +but with her hands still clasped. "If one were to send to +London now—a message—or I would walk every foot of +the way did I but think he would do this for me—oh, no! +no! no! I durst not—I durst never see him more—he +has cast me off—and—and I deserve no less!"</p> + +<p>Her sister went to her and took her by the hand.</p> + +<p>"Judith, you have been in sore trouble, and scarce +know what you say," she said, in that clear, calm way of +hers. "But this is now what you must do. Sit down +and take some of this food. As I hear, you have scarce +tasted anything these two days. You have always been +so wild and wayward; now must you listen to reason and +suffer guidance."</p> + +<p>She made her sit down. The girl took a little of the +broth, some of the spiced bread, and a little of the wine, +but it was clear that she was forcing herself to it; her +thoughts were elsewhere. And scarcely had she finished +this make-believe of a repast when she turned to her sister +and said, with a pathetic pleading in her voice,</p> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">303</a></span>"And is it not possible, Susan? Surely I can do something! +It is so dreadful to think of my father imagining +that I have done him this injury, and gone on the same +way, careless of what has happened. That terrifies me at +night! Oh, if you but knew what it is in the darkness, in +the long hours, and none to call to, and none to give you +help; and to think that these are the thoughts he has of +me; that it was all for a sweetheart I did it—that I gave +away his writing to please a sweetheart—and that I care +not for what has happened, but would do the like again +to-morrow! It is so dreadful in the night."</p> + +<p>"I would comfort you if I could, Judith," said her sister, +"but I fear me you must trust to wiser counsel than mine. +In truth I know not whether all this can be undone, or +how my father regards it at the moment; for at the time +of the writing they were all uncertain. But surely now +you would do well to be ruled by some one better able to +guide you than any of us women-folk; Master Blaise hath +been most kind and serviceable in this as in all other +matters, and hath written to your father in answer to his +letter, so that we have had trust and assurance in his direction. +And you also—why should you not seek his aid +and counsel?"</p> + +<p>At the mere mention of the parson's name Judith shivered +instinctively, she scarce knew why.</p> + +<p>"Judith," her sister continued, regarding her watchfully, +"to-morrow, as I understand, Master Blaise is coming +over here to see you."</p> + +<p>"May not I be spared that? He hath already brought +his message," the girl said, in a low voice.</p> + +<p>"Nay, he comes but in kindness—or more than kindness, +if I guess aright. Bethink you, Judith," she said, +"'tis not only the loss of the money—or great or small I +know not—that hath distressed my father. There was +more than that. Nay, do not think that I am come to reproach +you; but will it not be ever thus so long as you +will be ruled by none, but must always go your own way? +There was more than merely concerned money affairs in +my father's letter, as doubtless Master Blaise hath told +you; and then, think of it, Judith, how 'twill be when the +bruit of the story comes down to Stratford——"</p> + +<p>"I care not," was the perfectly calm answer. "That is +for me to bear. Can Master Blaise tell me how I may restore +to my father this that he hath lost? Then his visit +might be more welcome, Susan."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">304</a></span>"Why will you harden your heart so?" the elder sister +said, with some touch of entreaty in her tone. "Nay, think +of it, Judith! Here is an answer to all. If you but listen +to him, and favor him, you will have one always with you +as a sure guide and counsellor; and who then may dare +say a word against you?"</p> + +<p>"Then he comes to save my good name?" the girl said, +with a curious change of manner. "Nay, I will give him +no such tarnished prize!"</p> + +<p>And here it occurred to the elder sister, who was sufficiently +shrewd and observant, that her intercession did +not seem to be producing good results, and she considered +it better that the parson should speak for himself. Indeed, +she hoped she had done no mischief, for this that +she now vaguely suggested had for long been the dream +and desire of both her mother and herself; and at this moment, +if ever, there was a chance of Judith's being obedient +and compliant. Not only did she forthwith change +the subject, but also she managed to conquer the intense +longing that possessed her to learn something further +about the young man who (as she imagined) had for a +time captured Judith's fancies. She gave her sister what +news there was in the town. She besought her to take +care of herself, and to go out as much as possible, for that +she was looking far from well. And, finally, when the +girl confessed that she was fain to lie down for a space +(having slept so little during these two nights), she put +some things over her and quietly left, hoping that she +might soon get to sleep.</p> + +<p>Judith did not rest long, however. The question whether +the sacrifice of her marriage-portion might not do +something toward retrieving the disaster she had caused +was still harassing her mind; and then again there was the +prospect of the parson coming on the morrow. By-and-by, +when she was certain that her mother and sister were +gone, she went down-stairs, and began to help in doing this +or the other little thing about the house. Her grandmother +was out-of-doors, and so did not know, to interfere, though +the small maid-servant remonstrated as best she might. +Luckily, however, nature was a more imperative monitress, +and again and again the girl had to sit down from sheer +physical weakness.</p> + +<p>But there came over a visitor in the afternoon who restored +to her something of her old spirit. It was little +Willie Hart, who, having timidly tapped at the open door +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">305</a></span>without, came along the passage and entered the dusky +chamber where she was.</p> + +<p>"Ah, sweetheart," said she (but with a kind of sudden +sob in her throat), "have you come to see me?"</p> + +<p>"I heard that you were not well, cousin," said he, and +he regarded her with troubled and anxious eyes as she +stooped to kiss him.</p> + +<p>"Nay, I am well enough," said she, with as much cheerfulness +as she could muster. "Fret not yourself about +that. And what a studious scholar you are, Cousin Willie, +to be sure, that must needs bring your book with you! +Were I not so ignorant myself, I should hear you your +tasks; but you would but laugh at me——"</p> + +<p>"'Tis no task-book, Judith," said he, diffidently. "'Twas +Prudence who lent it to me." And then he hesitated, +through shyness.</p> + +<p>"Why, you know, Judith," he said, "you have spoken to +me many a time about Sir Philip Sidney; and I was asking +this one and the other, at times, and Prudence said she +would show me a book he had written that belongs to her +brother. And then to-day, when I went to her, she bade +me bring the book to you, and to read to you, for that you +were not well and might be pleased to hear it, she not being +able to come over till the morrow."</p> + +<p>"In truth, now, that was well thought of, and friendly," +said she, and she put her hand in a kindly fashion on his +shoulder. "And you have come all the way over to read +to me! see you how good a thing it is to be wise and instructed. +Well, then, we will go and sit by the door, that +you may have more of light; and if my grandmother catch +us at such idleness, you shall have to defend me—you shall +have to defend me, sweetheart—for you are the man of us +two, and I must be shielded."</p> + +<p>So they went to the door, and sat down on the step, the +various-colored garden and the trees and the wide heavens +all shining before them.</p> + +<p>"And what is the tale, Cousin Willie?" said she, quite +pleasantly (for indeed she was glad to see the boy, and to +chat with one who had no reproaches for her, who knew +nothing against her, but was ever her true lover and +slave). "Nay, if it be by Sir Philip Sidney, 'twill be of +gallant and noble knights, assuredly."</p> + +<p>"I know not, Cousin Judith," said he; "I but looked +at the beginning as I came through the fields. And this +is how it goes."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">306</a></span></p><p>He opened the book and began to read—</p> + +<p>"'It was in the time that the Earth begins to put on +her new apparel against the approach of her lover, and +that the sun running a most even course becomes an indifferent +arbiter between the night and the day, when the +hopeless shepherd Strephon was come to the sands which +lie against the island of Cythera, where, viewing the place +with a heavy kind of delight, and sometimes casting his +eyes to the isleward, he called his friendly rival the pastor +Claius unto him, and, setting first down in his darkened +countenance a doleful copy of what he would speak, "O +my Claius," said he——'"</p> + +<p>Thus he went on; and as he read, her face grew more +and more wistful. It was a far-off land that she heard of; +and beautiful it was; it seemed to her that she had been +dwelling in some such land, careless and all unknowing.</p> + +<p>"'The third day after,'" she vaguely heard him say, +"'in the time that the morning did strew roses and violets +in the heavenly floor against the coming of the sun, the +nightingales, striving one with the other which could in +most dainty variety recount their wrong-caused sorrow, +made them put off their sleep, and rising from under a +tree, which that night had been their pavilion, they went +on their journey, which by-and-by welcomed Musidorus's +eyes with delightful prospects. There were hills which +garnished their proud heights with stately trees; humble +valleys whose base estate seemed comforted with the refreshing +of silver rivers; meadows enamelled with all sorts +of eye-pleasing flowers; thickets which, being lined with +most pleasant shade, were witnessed so to by the cheerful +disposition of many well-tuned birds; each pasture stored +with sheep, feeding with sober security, while the pretty +lambs, with bleating oratory, craved the dams' comfort; +here a shepherd's boy piping, as though he should never +be old; there a young shepherdess knitting, and withal +singing; and it seemed that her voice comforted her hands +to work, and her hands kept time to her voice-music.'"</p> + +<p>Surely she had herself been living in some such land of +pleasant delights, without a thought that ever it would end +for her, but that each following day would be as full of +mirth and laughter as its predecessor. She scarcely listened +to the little lad now; she was looking back over +the years, so rare and bright and full of light and color +were they—and always a kind of music in them—and +laughter at the sad eyes of lovers. She had never known +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">307</a></span>how happy she had been. It was all distant now—the +idle flower-gathering in the early spring-time; the afternoon +walking in the meadows, she and Prudence together +(with the young lads regarding them askance); the open +casements on the moonlit nights, to hear the madrigal +singing of the youths going home; or the fair and joyous +mornings that she was allowed to ride away in the direction +of Oxford, to meet her father and his companions +coming in to Stratford town. And now, when next he +should come—to all of them, and all of them welcoming +him—even neighbors and half-strangers—and he laughing +to them all, and getting off his horse, and calling for a cup +of wine as he strode into the house, where should she be? +Not with all of these—not laughing and listening to the +merry stories of the journey—but away by herself, hiding +herself, as it were, and thinking, alone.</p> + +<p>"Dear Judith, but why are you crying?" said the little +lad, as he chanced to look up; and his face was of an instant +and troubled anxiety.</p> + +<p>"Why, 'tis a fair land—oh, indeed, a fair land," said she, +with an effort at regarding the book, and pretending to be +wholly interested in it. "Nay, I would hear more of Musidorus, +sweetheart, and of that pretty country. I pray +you continue the reading—continue the reading, sweetheart +Willie. Nay, I never heard of a fairer country I assure +thee, in all the wide world!"</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXII.</h2> + +<h3>A RESOLVE.</h3> + +<p>Then that night, as she lay awake in the dark, her incessant +imaginings shaped themselves toward one end. +This passion of grief she knew to be unavailing and fruitless. +Something she would try to do, if but to give evidence +of her <span class="err" title="original: contritition">contrition</span>: for how could she bear that her +father should think of her as one having done him this +harm and still going on light-hearted and unconcerned? +The parson was coming over on the morrow. And if she +were to put away her maidenly pride (and other vague +dreams that she had sometimes dreamed), and take it that +her consent would re-establish her in the eyes of those who +were now regarding her askance, and make her peace with +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">308</a></span>her own household? And if the surrender of her marriage-portion +and her interest in the Rowington copyhold (whatever +it might be) were in a measure to mitigate her father's +loss? It was the only thing she could think of. And if +at times she looked forward with a kind of shudder (for in +the night-time all prospects wear a darker hue) to her existence +as the parson's wife, again there came to her the +reflection that it was not for her to repine. Some sacrifice +was due from her. And could she not be as resolute as +the daughter of the Gileadite? Oftentimes she had heard +the words read out in the still afternoon: "Now when +Iphtah came to Mizpeh unto his house, behold his daughter +came out to meet him with timbrels and dances: which +was his only child; he had none other, son nor daughter. +And when he saw her he rent his clothes, and said, Alas! +my daughter, thou hast brought me low, and art of them +that trouble me." The Jewish maiden had done no ill, and +yet was brave to suffer. Why should she repine at any +sacrifice demanded of her to atone for her own wrong-doing? +What else was there? She hoped that Susan and +her mother would be pleased now, and that her father and +his friends in London would not have any serious loss to +regret. There was but the one way, she said to herself +again and again. She was almost anxious for the parson +to come over, to see if he would approve.</p> + +<p>With the daylight her determination became still more +clear, and also she saw more plainly the difficulties before +her; for it could not be deemed a very seemly and maidenly +thing that she, on being asked to become a bride (and +she had no doubt that was his errand), should begin to +speak of her marriage-portion. But would he understand? +Would he help her over her embarrassment? Nay, she +could not but reflect, here was an opportunity for his +showing himself generous and large-minded. He had always +professed, or at least intimated, that his wish to have +her for wife was based mostly on his care for herself and +his regard for the general good of the pious community +to which he belonged. She was to be a helpmate for one +laboring in the Lord's vineyard; she was to be of service +in the church; she was to secure for herself a constant +and loving direction and guidance. And now, if he wished +to prove all this—if he wished to show himself so noble +and disinterested as to win for himself her life-long gratitude—what +if he were to take over all her marriage-portion, +as that might be arranged, and forthwith and chivalrously +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">309</a></span>hand it back again, so that her grievous fault should +so far be condoned? If the girl had been in her usual +condition of health and spirits, it is probable that she +would have regarded this question with a trifle of scepticism +(for she was about as shrewd in such matters as Susan +herself); nay, it is just probable that she might have experienced +a malicious joy in putting him to the proof. +But she was in despair; her nerves were gone through +continual wakefulness and mental torture; this was the +only direction in which she saw light before her, and she +regarded it, not with her ordinary faculty of judgment, but +with a kind of pathetic hope.</p> + +<p>Master Blaise arrived in the course of the morning. His +reception was not auspicious, for the old dame met him at +the gate, and made more than a show of barring the way.</p> + +<p>"Indeed, good sir," said she, firmly, "the wench be far +from well now, and I would have her left alone."</p> + +<p>He answered that his errand was of some importance, +and that he must crave a few minutes' interview. Both +her mother and sister, he said, were aware he was coming +over to see her, and had made no objection.</p> + +<p>"No, no, perchance not," the grandmother said, though +without budging an inch, "but she be under my care now, +and I will have no harm befall her——"</p> + +<p>"Harm! good Mistress Hathaway?" said he.</p> + +<p>"Well, she be none so strong as she were—and—and +perchance there hath been overmuch lecturing of the poor +lass. Nay, I doubt not 'twas meant in kindness; but there +hath been overmuch of it, as I reckon, and what I say is, +if the wench have done amiss, let those that have the right +to complain come to her. Nay, 'twas kindness, good sir; +'twas well meant, I doubt not; and 'tis your calling belike +to give counsel and reproof; I say naught against that, +but I am of a mind to have my grandchild left alone at +present."</p> + +<p>"If you refuse me, good Mistress Hathaway," said he, +quite courteously and calmly, "there is no more to be +said. But I imagine that her mother and sister will be +surprised. And as for the maiden herself—go you by her +wishes?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, not I," was the bold answer. "I know better +than all of them together. For to speak plainly with you, +good Master Parson, your preaching must have been oversharp +when last you were within here—and was like to +have brought the wench to death's door thereafter; marry, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">310</a></span>she be none so far recovered as to risk any further of such +treatment. Perchance you meant no harm; but she is +proud and high-spirited, and by your leave, good sir, we +will see her a little stronger and better set up ere she have +any more of the discipline of the church bestowed on her."</p> + +<p>It was well that Judith appeared at this juncture, for +the tone of the old dame's voice was growing more and +more tart.</p> + +<p>"Grandmother," said she, "I would speak with Master +Blaise."</p> + +<p>"Get thee within-doors at once, I tell thee, wench!" +was the peremptory rejoinder.</p> + +<p>"No, good grandmother, so please you," Judith said, +"I must speak with him. There is much of importance +that I have to say to him. Good sir, will you step into the +garden?"</p> + +<p>The old dame withdrew, sulky and grumbling, and evidently +inclined to remain within ear-shot, lest she should +deem it necessary to interfere. Judith preceded Master +Blaise to the door of the cottage, and asked the little maid +to bring out a couple of chairs. As she sat down he could +not but observe how wan and worn her face was, and how +listless she was in manner; but he made no comment on +that; he only remarked that her grandmother seemed in +no friendly mood this morning, and that only the fact that +his mission was known to Susan and her mother had +caused him to persist.</p> + +<p>It was clear that this untoward reception had disconcerted +him somewhat; and it was some little time before +he could recover that air of mild authority with which he +was accustomed to convey his counsels. At first he confined +himself to telling Judith what he had done on behalf +of her mother and Susan, in obedience to their wishes; +but by and by he came to herself and her own situation; +and he hoped that this experience through which she had +passed, though it might have caused her bitter distress for +the time, would eventually make for good. If the past +could not be recalled, at least the future might be made +safe. Indeed one or two phrases he had used sounded as +if they had done some previous service, perhaps he had +consulted with Mistress Hall ere making this appeal—but +in any case Judith was not listening so particularly as to +think of that—she seemed to know beforehand what he +had to say.</p> + +<p>To tell the truth, he was himself a little surprised at her +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">311</a></span>tacit acquiescence. He had always had to argue with +Judith, and many a time he had found that her subtle feminine +wit was capable of extricating herself from what he +considered a defenceless position. But now she sat almost +silent. She seemed to agree to everything. There was +not a trace left of the old audacious self-reliance, nor yet +of those saucy rejoinders which were only veiled by her +professed respect for his cloth—she was at his mercy.</p> + +<p>And so, growing bolder, he put in his own personal +claim. He said little that he had not said or hinted on +previous occasions; but now all the circumstances were +changed; this heavy misfortune that had befallen her was +but another and all too cogent reason why she should accept +his offer of shelter and aid and counsel, seeing into +what pitfalls her own unguided steps were like to lead her.</p> + +<p>"I speak the words of truth and soberness," said he, as +he sat and calmly regarded her downcast face, "and make +no appeal to the foolish fancies of a young and giddy-headed +girl—for that you are no longer, Judith. The +years are going by. There must come a time in life when +the enjoyment of the passing moment is not all in all—when +one must look to the future, and make provision for +sickness and old age. Death strikes here and there; +friends fall away. What a sad thing it were to find one's +self alone, the dark clouds of life thickening over, and +none by to help and cheer. Then your mother and sister, +Judith——"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know," she said, almost in despair—"I know +'twould please them."</p> + +<p>And then she reflected that this was scarcely the manner +in which she should receive his offer, that was put before +her so plainly and with so much calm sincerity.</p> + +<p>"I pray you, good sir," said she, in a kind of languid +way, "forgive me if I answer you not as frankly as might +be. I have been ill; my head aches now; perchance I +have not followed all you said. But I understand it—I +understand it—and in all you say there is naught but good +intention."</p> + +<p>"Then it is yes, Judith?" he exclaimed; and for the +first time there was a little brightness of ardor—almost of +triumph—in this clearly conceived and argued wooing.</p> + +<p>"It would please my mother and sister," she repeated, +slowly. "They are afraid of some story coming from +London about—about—what is passed. This would be an +answer, would it not?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">312</a></span>"Why, yes!" he said, confidently, for he saw that she +was yielding (and his own susceptibilities were not likely +to be wounded in that direction). "Think you we should +heed any tavern scurrility? I trow not! There would be +the answer plain and clear—if you were my wife, Judith."</p> + +<p>"They would be pleased," again she said, and her eyes +were absent. And then she added, "I pray you pardon +me, good sir, if I speak of that which you may deem out +of place, but—but if you knew—how I have been striving +to think of some means of repairing the wrong I have +done my father, you would not wonder that I should be +anxious, and perchance indiscreet. You know of the loss +I have caused him and his companions. How could I +ever make that good with the work of my own hands? +That is not possible; and yet when I think of how he +hath toiled for all of us—late and early, as it were—why, +good sir, I have myself been bold enough to chide him—or +to wish that I were a man, to ride forth in the morning +in his stead and look after the land; and then that his own +daughter should be the means of taking from him what he +hath earned so hardly—that I should never forget; 'twould +be on my mind year after year, even if he were himself to +try to forget it."</p> + +<p>She paused for a second; the mere effort of speaking +seemed to fatigue her.</p> + +<p>"There is but the one means, as I can think, of showing +him my humble sorrow for what hath been done—of making +him some restitution. I know not what my marriage-portion +may be—but 'twill be something—and Susan saith +there is a part of the manor of Rowington, also, that would +fall to me; now, see you, good Master Blaise, if I were to +give these over to my father in part quittance of this injury—or +if, belike—my—my—husband would do that—out +of generosity and nobleness—would not my father be +less aggrieved?"</p> + +<p>She had spoken rather quickly and breathlessly (to get +over her embarrassment), and now she regarded him with +a strange anxiety, for so much depended on his answer! +Would he understand her motives? Would he pardon her +bluntness? Would he join her in this scheme of restitution?</p> + +<p>He hesitated only for a moment.</p> + +<p>"Dear Judith," he said, with perfect equanimity, "such +matters are solely within the province of men, and not at +the disposition of women, who know less of the affairs of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">313</a></span>the world. Whatever arrangements your father may have +made in respect of your marriage-portion—truly I have +made no inquiry in that direction—he will have made with +due regard to his own circumstances, and with regard to +the family and to your future. Would he be willing to upset +these in order to please a girlish fancy? Why, in all +positions in life pecuniary losses must happen; and a man +takes account of these; and is he likely to recover himself +at the expense of his own daughter?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, but if she be willing! If she would give all that +she hath, good sir!" she cried, quickly.</p> + +<p>"'Twould be but taking it from one pocket to put it in +the other," said he, in his patient and forbearing way. "I +say not, if a man were like to become bankrupt, that his +family might not forego their expectations in order to save +him; but your father is one in good position. Think you +that the loss is so great to him? In truth it cannot +be."</p> + +<p>The eagerness fell away from her face. She saw too +clearly that he could not understand her at all. She did +not reckon her father's loss in proportion to his wealth—in +truth, she could not form the faintest notion of what that +loss might be; all her thought was of her winning back +(in some remote day, if that were still possible to her) to +her father's forgiveness, and the regarding of his face as +no longer in dread wrath against her.</p> + +<p>"Why," said he, seeing that she sat silent and distraught +(for all the hope had gone out of her), "in every profession +and station in life a man must have here or there a +loss, as I say; but would he rob his family to make that +good? Surely not. Of what avail might that be? 'Tis +for them that he is working, 'tis not for himself; why +should he take from them to build up a property which +must in due course revert and become theirs? I pray +you put such fancies out of your head, Judith. Women +are not accustomed to deal with such matters; 'tis better +to have them settled in the ordinary fashion. Were I you +I would leave it in your father's hands."</p> + +<p>"And have him think of me as he is thinking now!" +she said, in a kind of wild way. "Ah, good sir, you know +not!—you know not! Every day that passes is but the +deeper misery—for—for he will be hardened in the belief—'twill +be fixed in his mind forever—that his own daughter +did him this wrong, and went on lightly—not heeding—perchance +to seek another sweetheart. This he is +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">314</a></span>thinking now, and I—what can I do?—being so far away +and none to help!"</p> + +<p>"In truth, dear Judith," said he, "you make too much of +your share in what happened. 'Tis not to you your father +should look for reparation of his loss, but to the scoundrel +who carried the play to London. What punishment would +it be for him—or what gain to your father—that your +father should upset the arrangements he has made for the +establishment and surety of his own family? Nay, I pray +you put aside such a strange fancy, dear heart, and let +such things take their natural course."</p> + +<p>"In no wise, in no wise!" she exclaimed, almost in despair. +"In truth I cannot. 'Twould kill me were nothing +to be done to appease my father's anger; and I thought +that if he were to learn that you had sought me in marriage—and—and +agreed that such restitution as I can +make should be made forthwith—or afterward, as might +be decided—but only that he should know now that I give +up everything he had intended for me—then I should have +great peace of mind."</p> + +<p>"Indeed, Judith," said he, somewhat coldly, "I could +be no party to any such foolish freak—nay, not even in +intention, whatever your father might say to it. The very +neighbors would think I was bereft of my senses. And +'twould be an ill beginning of our life together—in which +there must ever be authority and guidance, as well as +dutiful obedience—if I were to yield to what every one +must perceive to be an idle and fantastic wish. I pray +you consult your own sober judgment; at present you are +ailing, and perturbed; rest you awhile until these matters +have calmed somewhat, and you will see them in their +true light."</p> + +<p>"No, no," she said, hurriedly and absently—"no, no, +good sir, you know not what you ask. Rest? Nay, one +way or the other this must be done, and forthwith. I know +not what he may have intended for me; but be it large or +small, 'tis all that I have to give him—I can do no more +than that—and then—then there may be some thoughts of +rest."</p> + +<p>She spoke as if she were scarcely aware of the good +parson's presence; and in truth, though he was not one to +allow any wounded self-love to mar his interests, he could +not conceal from himself that she was considering the proposal +he had put before her mainly, if not wholly, with a +view to the possible settlement of these troubles and the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">315</a></span>appeasing of her friends. Whether, in other circumstances, +he might not have calmly overlooked this slight, +needs not now be regarded; in the present circumstances—that +is to say, after her announced determination to +forego every penny of her marriage-portion—he did take +notice of it, and with some sharpness of tone, as if he were +truly offended.</p> + +<p>"Indeed you pay me no compliment, Judith," said he. +"I come to offer you the shelter of an honest man's home, +an honorable station as his wife, a life-long guidance and +protection; and what is your answer?—that perchance +you may make use of such an offer to please your friends +and to pay back to your father what you foolishly think +you owe him. If these be the only purposes you have in +view—and you seem to think of none other—'twould be a +sorry forecast for the future, as I take it. At the very beginning +an act of madness! Nay, I could be no party to +any such thing. If you refuse to be guided by me in great +matters, how could I expect you to be guided in small?"</p> + +<p>These words, uttered in his clear and precise and definite +manner, she but vaguely understood (for her head +troubled her sorely, and she was tired, and anxious to be +at rest) to be a withdrawal of his proposal. But that was +enough; and perhaps she even experienced some slight +sense of relief. As for his rebuking of her, she heeded +not that.</p> + +<p>"As you will, sir, as you will," she said, listlessly, and +she rose from her chair.</p> + +<p>And he rose too. Perhaps he was truly offended; perhaps +he only appeared to be; but at all events he bade her +farewell in a cold and formal manner, and as if it were he +who had brought this interview to an end, and that for +good.</p> + +<p>"What said he, wench, what said he?" her grandmother +asked (who had been pretending all the time to be gathering +peas, and now came forward). "Nay, I caught but +little—a word here or there—and yet methinks 'tis a +brave way of wooing they have nowadays that would question +a maid about her marriage-portion! Heaven's mercy, +did ever any hear the like? 'Twas not so when I was +young—nay, a maid would have bade him go hang that +brought her such a tale. Oh, the good parson! his +thoughts be not all bent on heaven, I warrant me! Ay, +and what said he? And what saidst thou, wench? Truly +you be in no fit state to answer him; were you well +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">316</a></span>enough, and in your usual spirits, the good man would +have his answer—ay, as sharp as need be. But I will +say no more; Master Quiney hath a vengeful spirit, and +perchance he hath set me too much against the good man; +but as for thyself, lass, there be little cause for talking further +of thy offences, if 'tis thy marriage-portion the parson +be after now!"</p> + +<p>"Good grandmother, give me your arm," Judith said, +in a strange way. "My head is so strange and giddy. I +know not what I have said to him—I scarce can recollect +it—if I have offended, bid him forgive me—but—but I +would have him remain away."</p> + +<p>"As I am a living woman," said the old dame (forgetting +her resolve to speak smooth words), "he shall not +come within the door, nor yet within that gate while you +bide with me and would have him kept without! What +then? More talk of chastenings? Marry now Thomas +Quiney shall hear of this—that shall he—by my life he +shall!"</p> + +<p>"No, no, no, good grandmother, pray you blame no one," +the girl said, and she was trembling somewhat. "'Tis I +that have done all the harm—to every one. But I know +not what I said—I—I would fain lie down, grandmother, +if you will give me your arm so far—'tis so strangely cold—I +understand it not—and I forget what wast he said to me—but +I trust I offended him not——"</p> + +<p>"Nay, but what is it, then, my deary?" the old woman +said, taking both the girl's hands in hers. "What is it +that you should fret about? Nay, fret not, fret not, good +wench; the parson be well away, and there let him bide. +And would you lie down?—well, come, then; but sure +you shake as if 'twere winter. Come, lass! nay, fret not, +we will keep the parson away, I warrant, if 'tis that vexes +thee!"</p> + +<p>"No, grandmother, 'tis not so," the girl said, in a low +voice. "'Twas down by the river, as I think—'twas chilly +there—I have felt it ever since, from time to time—but +'twill pass away when I am laid down and become warm +again."</p> + +<p>"Heaven grant it be no worse," the old dame said to +herself, as she shrewdly regarded the girl; but of course +her outward talk, as she took her within-doors, was ostensibly +cheerful. "Come thy ways, then, sweeting, and we +shall soon make thee warm enough. Ay, ay, and Prudence +be coming over this afternoon, as I hear; and no +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">317</a></span>doubt Thomas Quiney too; and thou must get thyself +dressed prettily, and have supper with us all, though 'tis +no treat to offer to a man of his own wine. Nay, I warrant +me he will think naught of that so thou be there with +a pleasant face for him; he will want nor wine nor aught +else if he have but that, and a friendly word from thee, as +I reckon; ay, and thou shalt put on the lace cuffs now, to do +him fair service for his gift to thee—that shalt thou, and +why not? I swear to thee, my brave lass, they be fit for a +queen!"</p> + +<p>And she would comfort her and help her (just as if this +granddaughter of hers, that always was so bright and gay +and radiant, so self-willed and self-reliant, with nothing +but laughter for the sad eyes of the stricken youths, was +now but a weak and frightened child, that had to be +guarded and coaxed and caressed), and would talk as if all +her thinking was of that visit in the afternoon; but the +only answer was——</p> + +<p>"Will you send for Prudence, grandmother? Oh, grandmother, +my head aches so! I scarce know what I said."</p> + +<p>Swiftly and secretly the old dame sent across to the +town; and not to Prudence only, but also (for she was +grown anxious) to Mistress Hall, to say that if her husband +were like to return soon to Stratford he might come +over and see Judith, who was far from well. As for Prudence, +a word was sufficient to bring her; she was there +straightway.</p> + +<p>She found Judith very much as she had left her, but +somewhat more restless and feverish perhaps, and then +again hopelessly weak and languid, and always with those +racking pains in the head. She said it was nothing—it +would soon pass away; it was but a chill she had caught +in sitting on the river-bank; would not Prudence now go +back to her duties and her affairs in the house?</p> + +<p>"Judith," said her friend, leaning over her and speaking +low, "I have that to tell thee will comfort thee, methinks."</p> + +<p>"Nay, I cannot listen to it now," was the answer—and +it was a moan almost. "Dear mouse, do not trouble +about me—but my head is so bad that I—that I care not +now. And the parson is gone away, thinking that I have +wronged him also—'tis ever the same now—oh, sweetheart, +my head, my head!"</p> + +<p>"But listen, Judith," the other pleaded. "Nay, but +you must know what your friends are ready to do for +you—this surely will make thee well, sweetheart. Think +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">318</a></span>of it now; do you know that Quiney is gone to see your +father?"</p> + +<p>"To my father!" she repeated, and she tried to raise +her head somewhat, so that her eyes might read her +friend's face.</p> + +<p>"I am almost sure of it, dear heart," Prudence said, +taking her hot hand in hers. "Nay, he would have +naught said of it. None of his family know whither he is +gone, and I but guess. But this is the manner of it, dear +Judith—that he and I were talking, and sorely vexed he +was that your father should be told a wrong story concerning +you—ay, and sorry to see you so shaken, Judith, and +distressed; and said he, 'What if I were to get a message +to her from her father—that he was in no such mood of +anger—and had not heard the story aright—and that he was +well disposed to her, and grieved to hear she had taken it +so much to heart—would not that comfort her?' he said. +And I answered that assuredly it would, and even more +perchance than he thought of; and I gathered from him +that he would write to some one in London to go and see +your father, and pray him to send you assurance of that +kind. But now—nay, I am certain of it, dear Judith—I +am certain that he himself is gone all the way to London +to bring thee back that comfort; and will not that cheer +thee now, sweetheart?"</p> + +<p>"He is doing all that for me?" the girl said, in a low +voice, and absently.</p> + +<p>"Ah, but you must be well and cheerful, good mouse, +to give him greeting when he comes back," said Prudence, +striving to raise her spirits somewhat. "Have I not read +to thee many a time how great kings were wont to reward +the messengers that brought them good news?—a gold +chain round their neck, or lands perchance. And will you +have no word of welcome for him? Will you not meet +him with a glad face? Why, think of it now—a journey +to London—and the perils and troubles by the way—and +all done to please thee. Nay, he would say naught of it to +any one—lest they might wonder at his doing so much for +thee, belike—but when he comes back 'twere a sorry thing +that you should not give him a good and gracious welcome."</p> + +<p>Judith lay silent and thinking for a while, and then she +said—but as if the mere effort to speak were too much for +her—</p> + +<p>"Whatever happens, dear Prudence—nay, in truth I +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">319</a></span>think I am very ill—tell him this—that he did me wrong—he +thought I had gone to meet the parson that Sunday +morning in the church-yard—'twas not so—tell him it was +not so—'twas but a chance, dear heart—I could not help +it——"</p> + +<p>"Judith, Judith," her friend said, "these be things for +thine own telling. Nay, you shall say all that to himself, +and you must speak him fair; ay, and give him good welcome +and thanks that hath done so much for thee."</p> + +<p>Judith put her head down on the pillow again, languidly; +but presently Prudence heard her laugh to herself, in a +strange way.</p> + +<p>"Last night," she said—"'twas so wonderful, dear Prue—I +thought I was going about in a strange country, looking +for my little brother Hamnet, and I knew not whether +he would have any remembrance of me. Should I have +to tell him my name? I kept asking myself. And 'Judith, +Judith,' I said to him, when I found him; but he scarce +knew; I thought he had forgotten me, 'tis so long ago +now; 'Judith, Judith,' I said; and he looked up, and he +was so strangely like little Willie Hart that I wondered +whether it was Hamnet or no——"</p> + +<p>But Prudence was alarmed by these wanderings, and +did her best to hush them. And then, when at length the +girl lay silent and still, Prudence stole down-stairs again +and bade the grandmother go to Judith's room, for that +she must at once hurry over to Stratford to speak with +Susan Hall.</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXIII.</h2> + +<h3>ARRIVALS.</h3> + +<p>Some few mornings after that two travellers were standing +in the spacious archway of the inn at Shipston, chatting +to each other, and occasionally glancing toward the +stable-yard, as if they were expecting their horses to be +brought round.</p> + +<p>"The wench will thank thee for this service done her," +the elder of the two said; and he regarded the younger +man in a shrewd and not unkindly way.</p> + +<p>"Nay, I am none well pleased with the issue of it at +all," the young man said, moodily.</p> + +<p>"What, then?" his companion said. "Can nothing be +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">320</a></span>done and finished but with the breaking of heads? Must +that ever crown the work? Mercy on us!—how many +would you have slaughtered? now 'tis the parson that +must be thrown into the Avon; again it is Gentleman +Jack you would have us seek out for you; and then it is +his friend, whose very name we know not, that you would +pursue through the dens and stews of London town. A +hopeful task, truly, for a Stratford youth! What know +you of London, man? And to pursue one whose very +name you have not—and all for the further breaking of +heads, that never did any good anywhere in the world."</p> + +<p>"Your are right, sir," the younger man said, with some +bitterness. "I can brag and bluster as well as any. But +I see not that much comes of it. 'Tis easy to break the +heads of scoundrels—in talk. Their bones are none the +worse."</p> + +<p>"And better so," the other said, gravely. "I will have +no blood shed. What, man, are you still fretting that I +would not leave you behind in London?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, sir, altogether I like not the issue of it," he said, +but respectfully enough. "I shall be told, I doubt not, +that I might have minded my own business. They will +blame me for bringing you all this way and hindering +your affairs."</p> + +<p>"Heaven bless us," said the other, laughing, "may not +a man come to see his own daughter without asking leave +of the neighbors?"</p> + +<p>"'Tis as like as not that she herself will be the first to +chide me," the younger man answered. "A message to her +was all I asked of you, sir. I dreamt not of hindering +your affairs so."</p> + +<p>"Nay, nay," said Judith's father, good-naturedly. "I +can make the occasion serve me well. Trouble not about +that, friend Quiney. If we can cheer up the wench, and +put her mind at rest—that will be a sufficient end of the +journey; and we will have no broken heads withal, so +please you. And if she herself should have put aside +these idle fears, and become her usual self again, why, +then, there is no harm done either. I mind me that some +of them wondered that I should ride down to see my little +Hamnet when he lay sick, for 'twas no serious illness that +time, as it turned out; but what does that make for now? +Now, I tell you, I am right glad I went to see the little +lad; it cheered him to be made so much of, and such +small services or kindnesses are pleasant things for ourselves +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">321</a></span>to think of, when those who are dearest to us are +no longer with us. So cease your fretting, friend Quiney, +for the hindering of my affairs I take it that I am answerable +to myself, and not to the good gossips of Stratford +town. And if 'tis merely to say a kind word to the lass—if +that is all that needs be done—well, there are many +things that are of different value to different people; and +the wench and I understand each other shrewdly well."</p> + +<p>The horses were now brought round; but ere they +mounted, Judith's father said, again regarding the youth +in that observant way,</p> + +<p>"Nay, I see how it is with you, good lad—you are +anxious as to how Judith may take this service you have +done her. Is't not so?"</p> + +<p>"Perchance she may be angry that I called you away, +sir," he said.</p> + +<p>"Have no fear. 'Twas none of thy doing; 'twas but a +whim of mine own. Nay, there be other and many reasons +for my coming—that need not be explained to her. +What, must I make apology to my own daughter? She is +not the guardian of Stratford town. I am no rogue; she +is no constable. May not I enter? Nay, nay, have no +fear, friend Quiney; when that she comes to understand +the heavy errand you undertook for her, she will give you +her thanks, or I know nothing of her. Her thanks?—marry, +yes!"</p> + +<p>He looked at the young man again.</p> + +<p>"But let there be no broken heads, good friend, I +charge you," said he, as he put his foot in the stirrup. +"If the parson have been over-zealous we will set all matters +straight, without hurt or harm to any son of Adam."</p> + +<p>And now as they rode on together, the younger man's +face seemed more confident and satisfied, and he was +silent for the most part. Of course he would himself be +the bearer of the news; it was but natural that he should +claim as much. And as Judith's father intended to go +first to New Place, Quiney intimated to him that he would +rather not ride through the town; in fact, he wanted to +get straightway (and unobserved, if possible) to Shottery, +to see how matters were there.</p> + +<p>When he arrived at the little hamlet, Willie Hart was in +the garden, and instantly came down to the gate to meet +him. He asked no questions of the boy, but begged of +him to hold the bridle of his horse for a few minutes; then +he went into the house.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">322</a></span></p><p>Just within the threshold he met Judith's sister.</p> + +<p>"Ah," said he, quickly, and even joyously, "I have +brought good news. Where is Judith? May I see her? +I want to tell her that her father is come, and will be here +to see her presently——"</p> + +<p>And then something in the scared face that was regarding +him struck him with a sudden terror.</p> + +<p>"What is it?" he said, with his own face become about +as pale as hers.</p> + +<p>"Judith is very ill," was the answer.</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes," he said eagerly, "and that she was when I +left. But now that her father is come, 'twill be all different—'twill +be all set right now. And you will tell her, +then, if I may not? Nay, but may not I see her for a moment—but +for a moment—to say how her father is come +all the way to see her—ay, and hath a store of trinkets for +her—and is come to comfort her into the assurance that +all will go well? Why, will not such a message cheer +her?"</p> + +<p>"Good Master Quiney," Susan said, with tears welling +into her eyes, "if you were to see her she would not know +you—she knows no one—she knows not that she is ill—but +speaks of herself as some other——"</p> + +<p>"But her father!" he exclaimed, in dismay, "will she +not know him? Will she not understand? Nay, surely +'tis not yet too late!"</p> + +<p>But here Doctor Hall appeared; and when he was told +that Judith's father was come to the town, and would +shortly be at the cottage, he merely said that perhaps his +presence might soothe her somewhat, or even lead her <span class="err" title="original: delirous">delirious</span> +wanderings into a gentler channel, but that she +would almost certainly be unable to recognize him. Nor +was the fever yet at its height, he said, and they could do +but little for her. They could but wait and hope. As for +Quiney, he did not ask to be admitted to the room. He +seemed stunned. He sat down in the kitchen, heeding no +one, and vaguely wondering whether any lengthening of +the stages of the journey would have brought them better +in time. Nay, had he not wasted precious hours in London +in vainly seeking to find himself face to face with Jack +Orridge!</p> + +<p>Prudence chanced to come down-stairs. As he entered +the kitchen he forgot to give her any greeting; he only +said, quickly,</p> + +<p>"Think you she will not understand that her father is +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">323</a></span>come to see her? Surely she must understand so much, +Prudence! You will tell her, will you not? and ask her +if she sees him standing before her?"</p> + +<p>"I know not—I am afraid," said Prudence, anxiously. +"Perchance it may frighten her the more; forever she +says that she sees him, and always with an angry face +toward her; and she is for hiding herself away from him—and +even talking of the river! Good lack, 'tis pitiful +that she should be so struck down—and almost at death's +door—and all we can do of so little avail."</p> + +<p>"Prudence," said he, starting to his feet, "there is her +father just come; I hear him; now take him to her—and +you will see—you will see. I may not go—a strange face +might frighten her—but I know she will recognize him—and +understand—and he will tell her to have no longer any +fear of him——"</p> + +<p>Prudence hurried away to meet Judith's father, who was +in the doorway, getting such information as was possible, +from the doctor. And then they all of them (all but +Quiney) stole gently up-stairs; and they stood at the door +in absolute silence, while Judith's father went forward to +the bed—so quietly that the girl did not seem to notice +his approach.</p> + +<p>The grandmother was there, sitting by the bedside and +speaking to her in a low voice.</p> + +<p>"Hush thee now, sweeting, hush thee now," she was +saying, and she patted her hand. "Nay, I know 'twas ill +done; 'tis quite right what thou sayest; they treated her +not well; and the poor wench anxious to please them all. +But have no fear for her—nay, trouble not thy head with +thoughts of her—she be safe at home again, I trust. +Hush thee, now, sweeting; 'twill go well with her, I +doubt not; I swear to thee her father be no longer angry +with the wench; 'twill all go well with her, and well. +Have no fear."</p> + +<p>The girl looked at her steadily, and yet with a strange +light in her eyes, as if she saw distant things before her, +or was seeking to recall them.</p> + +<p>"There was Susan, too," she said, in a low voice, "that +sang so sweet—oh, in the church it was so sweet to hear +her; but when it was '<i>The rose is from my garden gone</i>,' she +would not sing that, though that was ever in her sister's +mind after she went away down to the river-side. I cannot +think why they would not sing it to her; perchance the +parson thought 'twas wicked—I know not now. And when +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">324</a></span>she herself would try it with the lute, nothing would come +right—all went wrong with her—all went wrong; and her +father came angry and terrible to seek her—and 'twas the +parson that would drag her forth—the bushes were not +thick enough—good grandam, why should the bushes in +the garden be so thin that the terrible eyes peered through +them, and she tried to hide and could not?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, I tell thee, sweetheart," said the grandmother, +whispering to her, "that the poor wench you speak of +went home; and all were well content with her, and her +father was right pleased; indeed, indeed, 'twas so."</p> + +<p>"Poor Judith, poor Judith!" the girl murmured to herself; +and then she laughed slightly. "She was ever the +stupid one; naught would go right with her; ay, and evil-tempered +she was, too, for Quiney would ride all the way +to London for her, and she thanked him with never a word +or a look—never a word or a look, and he going all the +way to please her. Poor wench, all went wrong with her +somehow; but they might have let her go; she was so +anxious to hide; and then to drag her forth—from under +the bushes—grandam, it was cruelly done of them, was +it not?"</p> + +<p>"Ay, ay, but hush thee now, dearie," her grandmother +said, as she put a cool cloth on the burning forehead. "'Tis +quite well now with the poor wench you speak of."</p> + +<p>Her father drew nearer, and took her hand quietly.</p> + +<p>"Judith," said he, "poor lass, I am come to see you."</p> + +<p>For an instant there was a startled look of fear in her +eyes; but that passed, and she regarded him at first with +a kind of smiling wonder, and thereafter with a contented +satisfaction, as though his presence was familiar. Nay, she +turned her attention altogether toward him now, and addressed +him—not in any heart-broken way, but cheerfully, +and as if he had been listening to her all along. It was +clear that she did not in the least know who he was.</p> + +<p>"There now, lass," said he, "knowest thou that Quiney +and I have ridden all the way from London to see thee? +and thou must lie still and rest, and get well again, ere we +can carry thee out into the garden."</p> + +<p>She was looking at him with those strangely brilliant +eyes.</p> + +<p>"But not into the garden," she said, in a vacant kind of +way. "That is all gone away now—gone away. 'Twas +long ago—when poor Judith used to go into the garden—and +right fair and beautiful it was—ay, and her father would +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">325</a></span>praise her hair and the color of it—until he grew angry, +and drove her away far from him then—and then—she +wandered down to the river—and always Susan's song was +in her mind—or the other one, that was near as sad as that, +about the western wind, was it not? How went it now?—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"'Western wind, when will you blow?'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">Nay, I cannot recall it—'tis gone out of my head, grandam, +and there is only fire there—and fire—and fire—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"'Western wind, when will you blow?'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">it went—and then about the rain next, what was it?—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"'So weary falls the rain!'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">Ay, ay, that was it now—I remember Susan singing it—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"'Western wind, when will you blow?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So weary falls the rain!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, if my love were in my arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or I in my bed again!'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And here she turned away from them and fell a-crying, +and hid from them, as it were, covering her face with both +her hands.</p> + +<p>"Grandmother, grandmother," they could hear her say +through her sobbing, "there was but the one rose in my +garden, and that is gone now—they have robbed me of +that—and what cared I for aught else? And Quiney is +gone too, without a word or a look—without a word or a +look—and ere he be come back—well, I shall be away by +then—he will have no need to quarrel with me and think +ill of me that I chanced to meet the parson. 'Tis all over +now, grandmother, and done with, and you will let me bide +with you for just a little while longer—a little while, grandmother; +'tis no great matter for so little a while, though +I cannot help you as I would—but Cicely is a good lass—and +'twill be for a little while—for last night again I found +Hamnet—ay, ay, he hath all things in readiness now—all +in readiness——" And then she uttered a slight cry, or +moan rather. "Grandmother, grandmother, why do you +not keep the parson away from me? You said that you +would!"</p> + +<p>"Hush, hush, child," the grandmother said, bending +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">326</a></span>over her and speaking softly and closely. "You are over-concerned +about the poor lass that was treated so ill. Take +heart now; I tell thee all is going well with her; her father +hath taken her home again, and she is as happy as +the day is long. Nay, I swear to thee, good wench, if thou +lie still and restful, I will take thee to see her some of these +days. Hush thee now, dearie; 'tis going right well with +the lass now."</p> + +<p>The doctor touched the arm of Judith's father, and they +both withdrew.</p> + +<p>"She knew you not," said he; "and the fewer people +around her the better—they set her fancies wandering."</p> + +<p>They went down-stairs to where Quiney was awaiting +them, and the sombre look on their faces told its tale.</p> + +<p>"She is in danger!" he said, quickly.</p> + +<p>The doctor was busy with his own thoughts, but he +glanced at the young man and saw the burning anxiety of +his eyes.</p> + +<p>"The fever must run its course," said he, "and Judith +hath had a brave constitution these many years that I fear +not will make a good fight. 'Twas a sore pity that she was +so distressed and stricken down in spirits, as I hear, ere +the fever seized her."</p> + +<p>Quiney turned to the window.</p> + +<p>"Too late—too late!" said he. "And yet I spared not +the nag."</p> + +<p>"You have done all that man could do," her father said, +going to him. "Nay, had I myself guessed that she was +in such peril—but 'tis past recall now."</p> + +<p>And then he took the young man by the hand, and +grasped it firmly.</p> + +<p>"Good lad," said he, "this that you did for us was a +right noble act of kindness, and I trust in Heaven's mercy +that Judith herself may live to thank you. As for me, my +thanks to you are all too poor and worthless; and I must +be content to remain your debtor—and your friend."</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXIV.</h2> + +<h3>AN AWAKENING.</h3> + +<p>It was going ill with her. Late one night, Quiney, +who had kept hovering about the house, never able to sit +patiently and watch the anxious coming and going within-doors, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">327</a></span>and never able to tear himself away but for a few +hundred yards, wandered out into the clear starlit darkness. +His heart was full. They had told him the crisis +was near at hand. And almost it seemed to him that it +was already over. Judith was going away from them. +And those stars overhead—he knew but little of their +names; he understood but little of the vast immensities +and deeps that lay between them; they were to him but +as grains of light in a darkened floor: and far above that +floor rose the wonderful shining city that he had heard of +in the Book of Revelation. And already, so wild and unstrung +were his fancies, he could see the four square walls +of jasper, and the gates of pearl, and the wide white steps +leading up to these; and who was that who went all alone—giving +no backward thought to any she was leaving behind—up +those shining steps, with a strange light on her +forehead and on her trembling hands? He saw her slowly +kneel at the gate, her head meekly bowed, her hands +clasped. And when they opened it, and when she rose, and +made to enter, he could have cried aloud to her for one +backward look, one backward thought, toward Stratford +town and the friends of her childhood and her youth. Alas! +there was no such thing. There was wonder on her face, as +she turned to this side and to that, and she went hesitatingly; +and when they took her hands to lead her forward, she regarded +them—this side and that—pleased and wondering +and silent; but there was never a thought of Stratford town. +Could that be Judith that was going away from them so—she +that all of them had known so dearly? And to leave her +own friends without one word of farewell! Those others +there—she went with them smiling and wondering, and +looking in silence from one to the other—but she knew +them not. Her friends were here—here—with breaking +hearts because she had gone away and forgotten them, +and vanished within those far-shining gates.</p> + +<p>And then some sudden and sullen thought of the future +would overtake him. The injunctions laid on him by +Judith's father could not be expected to last forever. And +if this were to be so—if the love and desire of his youth +were to be stolen away from him—if her bright young life, +that was so beautiful a thing to all who knew her, was to +be extinguished, and leave instead but a blankness and an +aching memory through the long years—then there might +arrive a time for a settlement. The parson was still coming +about the house, for the women-folk were comforted +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">328</a></span>by his presence; but Judith's father regarded him darkly, +and had scarce ever a word for him. As for Quiney, he +moved away, or left the house, when the good man came +near—it was safer so. But in the future? When one was +freer to act? For those injunctions could not be expected +to last forever; and what greater joy could then be secured +than the one fierce stroke of justice and revenge? +He did not reason out the matter much: it was a kind of +flame in his heart whenever he thought of it.</p> + +<p>And in truth that catastrophe was nearly occurring now. +He had been wandering vaguely along the highways, appealing +to the calmness of the night, as it were, and the +serenity of the starlit heavens, for some quieting of his terrible +fears; and then in his restlessness he walked back +toward the cottage, anxious for further news and yet +scarcely daring to enter and ask. He saw the dull red +light in the window, but could hear no sound. And would +not his very footfall on the path disturb her? They all of +them went about the house like ghosts. And were it not +better that he should remain here, so that the stillness +dwelling around the place should not be broken even by +his breathing? So quiet the night was, and so soundless, +he could have imagined that the wings of the angel of +mercy were brooding over the little cottage, hushing it, as +it were, and bringing rest and sleep to the sore-bewildered +brain. He would not go near. These were the +precious hours. And if peace had at last stolen into the +sick-chamber, and closed the troubled eyelids, were it not +better to remain away, lest even a whisper should break +the charm?</p> + +<p>Suddenly he saw the door of the cottage open, and in +the dull light a dark figure appeared. He heard footsteps +on the garden-path. At first his heart felt like a stone, +and he could not move, for he thought it was some one +coming to seek him with evil views; but presently, in the +clear starlight, he knew who this was that was now approaching +him. He lost his senses. All the black night +went red.</p> + +<p>"So, good parson," said he (but he clinched his fists +together so that he should not give way), "art thou satisfied +with thy handiwork?"</p> + +<p>There was more of menace in the tone than in the taunt; +at all events, with some such phrase as "Out of the way, +tavern-brawler!" the parson raised his stick, as if to defend +himself, And then the next instant, he was gripped +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">329</a></span>firm, as in a vise; the stick was twisted from his grasp and +whirled away far into the dark; and forthwith, for it all +happened in a moment, five fingers had him by the back +of the neck.</p> + +<p>There was one second of indecision—what it meant to +this young athlete, who had his eyes afire and his mind +afire with thoughts of the ill that had been done to the one +he loved the dearest, can well be imagined. But he flung +his enemy from him, forward, into the night.</p> + +<p>"Take thy dog's life and welcome—coward and woman-striker!"</p> + +<p>He waited; there was no answer. And then, all shaking +from the terrible pressure he had put on himself, and +still hungering and athirst to go back and settle the matter +then and there, he turned and walked along the road, +avoiding the cottage, and still with his heart aflame, and +wondering whether he had done well to let the hour of +vengeance go.</p> + +<p>But that did not last long. What cared he for this man +that any thought of him should occupy him at such +a moment? All his anxieties were elsewhere—in that +hushed, small chamber, where the lamp of life was flickering +low, and all awaiting, with fear and trembling, what +the dawn might bring. And if she were to slip away so—escaping +from them, as it were—without a word of recognition? +It seemed so hard that the solitary figure going up +those far, wide steps should have no thought for them she +had left behind. As he saw her there, content was on her +face, and a mild radiance and wonder; and her new companions +were pleasant to her. She would go away with +them—she was content to be with them—she would disappear +among them, and leave no sign. And Sunday +morning after Sunday morning he would look in vain for +her coming through the church-yard, under the trees; +and there would be a vacant place in the pew; no matter +who might be there, one face would be wanting; and in +the afternoon the wide meadows would be empty. Look +where he might—from the foot-bridge over the river, from +Bardon Hill, from the Wier Brake—there would be no +more chance of his descrying Judith walking with Prudence—the +two figures that he could make out at any distance +almost. And what a radiance there used to be on her +face—not that mild wonder that he saw as she passed away +with her companions within the shining gates, but a happy, +audacious radiance, so that he could see she was laughing +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">330</a></span>long ere he came near her. That was Judith—that was +the Judith he had known—laughing, radiant—in summer +meadows, as it seemed to him—careless of the young men, +though her eyes would regard them—and always with her +chief secrets and mystifications for her friend Prudence. +That was Judith—not this poor, worn sufferer, wandering +through darkened ways, the frail lamp of her life going +down and down, so that they dared not speak in the room. +And that message that she had left for him with Prudence—was +it a kind of farewell? They were about the last +words she had spoken ere her speech lost all coherence +and meaning—a farewell before she entered into that dark +and unknown realm. And there was a touch of reproach +in them too—"Tell him he did me wrong to think I had +gone to meet the parson in the church-yard: 'twas but a +chance." The Judith of those former days was far too +proud to make any such explanation; but this poor +stricken creature seemed anxious to appease every one +and make friends. And was he to have no chance of begging +her forgiveness for doing her that wrong, and of telling +how little she need regard it, and how that she might +dismiss the parson from her mind altogether, as he had +done? The ride to London—she knew nothing of that; +she knew nothing of her father having come all the way +to see her. Why, as they came riding along by Uxbridge +and Wycombe, and Woodstock and Enstone, many a time +he looked forward to telling Judith of what he had done; +and he hoped that she would go round to the stable and +have a word for the Galloway nag and pet the good beast's +neck. But all that was over now, and only this terrible +darkness and the silence of the roads and the trees; and +always the dull, steady, ominous light in the small window. +And still more terrible, that vision overhead—the +far and mystic city, and Judith entering with those new +and strange companions, regarding this one and that, and +ever with a smile on her face and a mild wonder in her +eyes; they leading her away by the hand, and she timid, +and looking from one to the other, but pleased to go with +them into the strange country. And as for her old friends, +no backward look or backward thought for them; for +them only the sad and empty town, the voiceless meadows, +the vacant space in the pew, to which many an eye would be +turned as week by week came round. And there would be +a grave somewhere that Prudence would not leave untended.</p> + +<p>But with the first gray light of the dawn there came a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">331</a></span>sudden trembling joy, that was so easily and eagerly translated +into a wild, audacious hope. Judith had fallen into +a sound sleep—a sleep hushed and profound, and no longer +tortured with moanings and dull low cries as if for pity; a +slumber profound and beneficent, with calmer breathing +and a calmer pulse. If only on the awakening she might +show that the crisis was over, and she started on the road—however +long and tedious that might be—toward the +winning back of life and health!</p> + +<p>It was Prudence who brought him the news. She looked +like a ghost in the wan light, as she opened the door and +came forth. She knew he would not be far away; indeed, +his eyes were more accustomed to this strange light than +hers, and ere she had time to look about and search for +him he was there. And when she told him this news, he +could not speak for a little while, for his mind rushed forward +blindly and wildly to a happy consummation; he +would have no misgivings; this welcome sleep was a sure +sign Judith was won back to them; not yet was she to go +away all alone up those wide, sad steps.</p> + +<p>"And you, Prudence," said he, or rather he whispered +it eagerly, that no sound should disturb the profound quiet +of the house, "now you must go and lie down; you are +worn out; why, you are all trembling——"</p> + +<p>"The morning air is a little cold," said she; but it was +not that that caused her trembling.</p> + +<p>"You must go and lie down, and get some sleep too," +said he (but glancing up at the window, as if his thoughts +were there). "What a patient watcher you have been! +And now when there is this chance—do, dear Prudence, +go within and lie down for a while——"</p> + +<p>"Oh, how could I?" she said; and unknown to herself +she was wringing her hands—not from grief, but from +mere excitement and nervousness. "But for this sleep, +now, the doctor was fearing the worst. I know it, though +he would not say it. And she is so weak! Even if this +sleep calm her brain, or if she come out of it in her right +mind—one never knows, she is so worn away—she might +waken only to slip away from us."</p> + +<p>But he would not hear of that. No, no; this happy +slumber was but the beginning of her recovery. Now +that she was on the turn, Judith's brave constitution would +fight through the rest. He knew it; he was sure of it; +had there ever been a healthier, a happier wench—or one +with such gallant spirits and cheerfulness?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">332</a></span>"You have not seen her these last two days," Prudence +said, sadly.</p> + +<p>"Nay, I fear not now—I know she will fight through," +said he, confidently (even with an excess of confidence, so +as to cheer this patient and gentle nurse). "And what a +spite it is that I can do nothing? Did you ask the doctor, +Prudence? Is there nothing that I can fetch him from Harwich? +ay, or from London, for that matter? 'Tis well for +you that can do so much for your friend: what can I do +but hang about the lanes? I would take a message anywhere, +for any of you, if you would but tell me; 'tis all +that I can do. But when she is getting better, that will be +different—that will be all different then; I shall be able +to get her many things, to please her and amuse her; and—and—think +of this, Prudence," said he, his fancies running +away with him in his eagerness, "do you not think, +now, that when she is well enough to be carried into the +garden—do you not think that Pleydell and I could devise +some kind of couch, to be put on wheels, see you, and +slung on leather bands, so that it would go easily? Why, +I swear it could be made—and might be in readiness for +her. What think you, Prudence? No one could object +if we prepared it. Ay, and we should get it to go as +smooth as velvet, so that she could be taken along the +lanes or through the meadows."</p> + +<p>"I would there were need of it," Prudence said, wistfully. +"You go too fast. Nay, but if she come well out +of this deep sleep, who knows? Pray Heaven there be +need for all that you can do for her."</p> + +<p>The chirping of a small bird close by startled them—it +was the first sound of the coming day. And then she said, +regarding him,</p> + +<p>"Would you like to see Judith—for a moment? 'Twould +not disturb her."</p> + +<p>He stepped back, with a sudden look of dismay on his +face.</p> + +<p>"What mean you, Prudence?" he said, quickly. "You +do not think that—that—there is fear—that I should look +at her now?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, not so; I trust not," she said simply. "But if +you wished, you might slip up the stair; 'twould do no +harm."</p> + +<p>He stooped and took off his shoes and threw them aside; +then she led the way into the house, and they went +stealthily up the short wooden stair. The door was open an +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">333</a></span>inch or two; Prudence opened it still farther, but did not +go into the room. Nor did he; he remained at the threshold, +for Judith's mother, who was sitting by the bedside, +and who had noticed the slight opening of the door, had +raised her hand quietly, as if in warning. And was this +Judith, then, that the cold morning light, entering by the +small casement, showed him—worn and wasted, the natural +radiance of her face all fled, and in place of that a dull, +hectic tone that in nowise concealed the ravages the fever +had made? But she slept sound. The bent arm, that she +had raised to her head ere she fell asleep, lay absolutely +still. No, it was not the Judith he had known—so gay +and radiant and laughing in the summer meadows; but +the wasted form still held a precious life, and he had no +mistrust—he would not doubt; there was there still what +would win back for him the Judith that he had known—ay, +if they had to wait all through the winter for the first +silver-white days of spring.</p> + +<p>They stole down-stairs again and went to the front door. +All the world was awaking now; the light was clear +around them; the small birds were twittering in the +bushes.</p> + +<p>"And will you not go and get some sleep now, Prudence?" +said he. "Surely you have earned it; and now +there is the chance."</p> + +<p>"I could not," she said simply. "There will be time for +sleep by-and-by. But now, if you would do us a service, +will you go over to the town, and tell Susan that Judith is +sleeping peacefully, and that she need not hurry back, for +there be plenty of us to watch and wait? And Julius +would like to hear the good news, that I know. Then you +yourself—do you not need rest? Why——"</p> + +<p>"Heed not for me, dear Prudence," said he quickly, as +if it were not worth while wasting time on that topic. +"But is there naught else I can do for you? Naught that +I can bring for you—against her getting well again?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, 'tis all too soon for that," was Prudence's answer. +"I would the occasion were here, and sure."</p> + +<p>Well, he went away over to the town, and told his tale +to those that were astir, leaving a message for those who +were not; and then he passed on to his own house, and +threw himself on his bed. But he could not rest. It was +too far away, while all his thoughts were concentrated +on the small cottage over there. So he wandered back +thither, and again had assurance that Judith was doing +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">334</a></span>well; and then he went quietly up to the summer-house +and sat down there; and scarcely had he folded his arms +on the little table, and bent forward his head, than he was +in a deep sleep, nature claiming her due at last.</p> + +<p>The hours passed; he knew nothing of them. He was +awakened by Judith's father, and he looked around him +strangely, for he saw by the light that it was now afternoon.</p> + +<p>"Good lad," said he, "I make no scruple of rousing +you. There is better news. She is awake, and quite calm +and peaceable, and in her right mind—though sadly weak +and listless, poor wench."</p> + +<p>"Have you seen her—have you spoken with her?" he +said, eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Nay, not yet," Judith's father said. "I am doubtful. +She is so faint and weak. I would not disturb her——"</p> + +<p>"I pray you, sir, go and speak with her!" Quiney entreated. +"Nay, I know that will give her more peace of +mind than anything. And if she begin to recall what +happened ere she fell ill—I pray you, sir, of your +kindness, go and speak with her."</p> + +<p>Judith's father went away to the house slowly, and with +his head bent in meditation. He spoke to the doctor for +a few minutes. But when, after some deliberation, he +went up-stairs and into the room, it was his own advice, +his own plan, he was acting on.</p> + +<p>He went forward to the bedside and took the chair that +the old grandmother had instantly vacated, and sat down +just as if nothing had occurred.</p> + +<p>"Well, lass, how goes it with thee?" he said, with an +air of easy unconcern. "Bravely well, I hear. Thou +must haste thee now, for soon we shall be busy with the +brewing."</p> + +<p>She regarded him in a strange way, perhaps wondering +whether this was another vision. And then she said, +faintly,</p> + +<p>"Why are you come back to Stratford, father?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I have many affairs on hand," said he; "and yet +I like not the garden to be so empty. I cannot spare thee +over here much longer. 'Tis better when thou art in the +garden, and little Bess with thee—nay, I swear to thee +thou disturbest me not—and so must thou get quickly well +and home again."</p> + +<p>He took her hand—the thin, worn, white hand—and +patted it.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">335</a></span>"Why," said he, "I hear they told thee some foolish +story about me. Believe them not, lass. Thou and I are +old friends, despite thy saucy ways, and thy laughing at +the young lads about, and thy lecturing of little Bess Hall—oh, +thou hast thy faults—a many of them too—but heed +no idle stories, good lass, that come between me and thee. +Nay, I will have a sharp word for thee an thou do not as +the doctor bids; and thou must rest thee still and quiet, +and trouble not thy head, for we want thee back to us at +New Place. Why, I tell thee I cannot have the garden +left so empty; wouldst have me with none to talk with +but goodman Matthew? So now farewell for the moment, +good wench; get what sleep thou canst, and take what +the doctor bids thee; why, knowest thou not of the ribbons +and gloves I have brought thee all the way from +London? I warrant me they will please thee!"</p> + +<p>He patted her hand again, and rose and left, as if it were +all a matter of course. For a minute or two after the girl +looked dazed and bewildered, as if she were trying to recall +many things; but always she kept looking at the hand +that he had held, and there was a pleased light in her sad +and tired eyes. She lay still and silent—for so she had +been enjoined.</p> + +<p>But by-and-by she said, in a way that was like the ghost +of Judith's voice of old,</p> + +<p>"Grandmother—I can scarce hold up my hand—will +you help me? What is this that is on my head?"</p> + +<p>"Why, 'tis a pretty lace cap that Susan brought thee," +the grandmother said, "and we would have thee smart +and neat ere thy father came in."</p> + +<p>But she had got her hand to her head now, and then +the truth became known to her. She began to cry +bitterly.</p> + +<p>"Oh, grandmother, grandmother," she said, or sobbed, +"they have cut off my hair, and my father will never look +with favor on me again. 'Twas all he ever praised!"</p> + +<p>"Dearie, dearie, thy hair will grow again as fair as ever—ay, +and who ever had prettier?" the old grandmother +said. "Why, surely; and the roses will come to thy +cheeks, too, that were ever the brightest of any in the +town. Thy father—heardst thou not what he said a moment +ago—that he could not bear to be without thee? +Nay, nay, fret not, good lass, there be plenty that will +right gladly wait for the growing of thy hair again—ay, +ay, there be plenty and to spare that will hold thee in +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">336</a></span>high favor and think well of thee—and thy father most of +all of them—have no fear!"</p> + +<p>And so the grandmother got her soothed and hushed, +and at last she lay still and silent. But she had been +thinking.</p> + +<p>"Grandmother," said she, regarding her thin, wasted +hand, "is my face like that?"</p> + +<p>"Hush thee, child; thou must not speak more now, or +the doctor will be scolding me."</p> + +<p>"But tell me, grandmother," she pleaded.</p> + +<p>"Why, then," she answered, evasively, "it be none so +plump as it were—but all that will mend—ay, ay, good +lass, 'twill mend, surely."</p> + +<p>Again she lay silent for a while, but her mind was busy +with its own fears.</p> + +<p>"Grandmother," she said, "will you promise me this—to +keep Quiney away? You will not let him come into +the room, good grandmother, should he ever come over to +the cottage?"</p> + +<p>"Ay, and be this thy thanks, then, to him that rode all +the way to London town to bring thy father to thee?" +said the old dame, with some affectation of reproach. +"Were I at thy age I would have a fairer message for him."</p> + +<p>"A message, grandmother?" the girl said, turning her +languid eyes to her with some faint eagerness. "Ay, that +I would send him willingly. He went to London for me, +that I know; Prudence said so. But perchance he would +not care to have it, would he, think you?"</p> + +<p>The old dame listened, to make sure that the doctor +was not within hearing, for this talking was forbidden; +but she was anxious to have the girl's mind pleased and +at rest, and so she took Judith's hand and whispered to +her.</p> + +<p>"A message? Ay, I warrant me the lad would think +more of it than of aught else in the world. Why, sweetheart, +he hath been never away from the house all this +time—watching to be of service to any one—night and day +it hath been so—and that he be not done to death passes +my understanding. Ay, and the riding to London, and +the bringing of thy father, and all—is't not worth a word +of thanks? Nay, the youth hath won to my favor, I declare +to thee; if none else will speak for him I will; a +right good honest youth, I warrant. But there now, +sweeting, hush thee; I may not speak more to thee, else +the doctor will be for driving me forth."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">337</a></span></p><p>There was silence for some time; then Judith said, +wistfully,</p> + +<p>"What flowers are in the garden now, grandmother?"</p> + +<p>The old dame went to the window slowly; it was an excuse +for not having too much talking going on.</p> + +<p>"The garden be far past its best now," said she, "but +there be marigolds and Michaelmas daisies——"</p> + +<p>"Could you get me a bit of rosemary, grandmother?" +the girl asked.</p> + +<p>"Rosemary!" she cried in affright, for the mention of +the plant seemed to strike a funeral note. "Foolish +wench, thou knowest I can never get the rosemary bushes +through the spring frosts. Rosemary, truly! What +wantest thou with rosemary?"</p> + +<p>"Or a pansy, then?"</p> + +<p>"A pansy, doubtless—ay, ay, that be better now—we +may find thee a pansy somewhere—and a plenty of other +things, so thou lie still and get well."</p> + +<p>"Nay, I want but the one, grandmother," she said +slowly. "You know I cannot write a message to him, and +yet I would send him some token of thanks for all that he +hath done. And would not that do, grandmother? Could +you but find me a pansy—if there be one left anywhere—and +a small leaf or two; and if 'twere put in a folded +paper, and you could give it him from me, and no one +knowing? I would rest the happier, grandmother, for I +would not have him think me ungrateful—no, no, he must +not think me that. And then, good grandmother, you will +tell him that I wish him not to see me; only—only, the +little flower will show him that I am not ungrateful; +for I would not have him think me that."</p> + +<p>"Rest you still now, then, sweeting," the old dame said. +"I warrant me we will have the message conveyed to +him; but rest you still—rest you still—and ere long you +will not be ashamed to show him the roses coming again +into your cheeks."</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXV.</h2> + +<h3>TOWARD THE LIGHT.</h3> + +<p>This fresh and clear morning, with a south wind blowing +and a blue sky overhead, made even the back yard of +Quiney's premises look cheerful, though the surroundings +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">338</a></span>were mostly empty barrels and boxes. And he was singing, +too, as he went on with his task; sometimes—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Play on, minstrèl, play on, minstrèl,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My lady is mine only girl;"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">and sometimes—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I bought thee petticoats of the best,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The cloth so fine as fine might be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I gave thee jewels for thy chest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all this cost I spent on thee;"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="noi">or, again, he would practise his part in the new catch—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Merrily sang the Ely monks,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When rowed thereby Canute the King."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And yet this that he was so busy about seemed to have +nothing to do with his own proper trade. He had chalked +up on the wall a space about the size of an ordinary cottage-window; +at each of the upper corners he had hammered +in a nail, and now he was endeavoring to suspend +from these supports, so that it should stand parallel with +the bottom line, an oblong basket roughly made of wire, +and pretty obviously of his own construction. His dinner +of bread and cheese and ale stood untouched and +unheeded on a bench hard by. Sometimes he whistled, +sometimes he sang, for the morning air was fresh and pleasant, +and the sunlight all about was enlivening.</p> + +<p>Presently Judith's father made his appearance, and the +twisting and shaping of the wire hooks instantly ceased.</p> + +<p>"She is still going on well?" the lad said, with a rapid +and anxious glance.</p> + +<p>"But slowly—slowly," her father answered. "Nay, we +must not demand too much. If she but hold her own +now, time is on our side, and the doctor is more than ever +hopeful that the fever hath left no serious harm behind it. +When that she is a little stronger, they talk of having her +carried down-stairs—the room is larger—and the window +hath a pleasant outlook."</p> + +<p>"I heard of that," said Quiney, glancing at the oblong +basket of wire.</p> + +<p>"I have brought you other news this morning," Judith's +father said, taking out a letter and handing it to Quiney. +"But I pray you say nothing of it to the wench; her mind +is at rest now; we will let the past go."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">339</a></span>"Nay, I can do no harm in that way," said the younger +man, in something of a hurt tone, "for they will not let +me see her."</p> + +<p>"No, truly? Why, that is strange, now," her father +said, affecting to be surprised, but having a shrewd guess +that this was some fancy of the girl's own. "But they +would have her kept quiet, I know."</p> + +<p>Quiney was now reading the letter. It was from one of +Judith's father's companions in London, and the beginning +of it was devoted to the imparting of certain information +that had apparently been asked from him touching +negotiations for the purchase of a house in Blackfriars. +Quiney rightly judged that this part had naught to do +with him, and scanned it briefly; and as he went on he +came to that which had a closer interest for him.</p> + +<p>The writer's style was ornate and cumbrous and confused, +but his story, in plainer terms, was this: The matter +of the purloined play was now all satisfactorily ascertained +and settled, except as regarded Jack Orridge +himself, whom a dire mischance had befallen. It appeared +that, having married a lady possessed of considerable +wealth, his first step was to ransom—at what cost the +writer knew not—the play that had been sold to the booksellers, +not by himself but by one Francis Lloyd. It was +said that this Lloyd had received but a trifle for it, and +had, in truth, parted with it in the course of a drunken +frolic; but that "Gentleman Jack," as they called him, +had to disburse a goodly sum ere he could get the manuscript +back into his own hands. That forthwith he had +come to the theatre and delivered up the play, with such +expressions of penitence and shame that they could not +forbear to give him full quittance for his fault. But this +was not all; for, having heard that Francis Lloyd had in +many quarters been making a jest of the matter, and telling +of Orridge's adventures in Warwickshire, and naming +names, the young man had determined to visit him with +personal chastisement, but had been defeated in this by +Lloyd being thrust into prison for debt. That thereafter +Lloyd, being liberated from jail, was sitting in a tavern +with certain companions; and there "Gentleman Jack" +found him, and dealt him a blow on the face with the +back of his hand, with a mind to force the duello upon +him. But that here again Orridge had ill-fortune; for +Lloyd, being in his cups, would fight then and there, and +flung himself on him, without sword or anything, as they +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">340</a></span>thought; but that presently, in the struggle, Orridge uttered +a cry, "I am stabbed," and fell headlong, and they +found him with a dagger-wound in his side, bleeding so that +they thought he would have died ere help came. And +that in truth he had been nigh within death's door, and +was not yet out of the leech's hands; while as for Lloyd, +he had succeeded in making good his escape, and was now +in Flanders, as some reported. This was the gist of the +story, as far as Quiney was interested; thereafter came +chiefly details about the theatre, and the writer concluded +with wishing his correspondent all health and happiness, +and bidding him ever remember "his true loving friend, +Henry Condell."</p> + +<p>Quiney handed back the letter.</p> + +<p>"I wish the dagger had struck the worser villain of the +two," said he.</p> + +<p>"'Tis no concern of ours," Judith's father said. "And +I would have the wench hear never a word more of the +matter. Nay, I have already answered her that 'twas all +well and settled in London, and no harm done; and the +sooner 'tis quite forgotten the better. The young man +hath made what amends he could; I trust he may soon be +well of his wound again. And married, is he? Perchance +his hurt may teach him to be more of a stay-at-home."</p> + +<p>Judith's father put the letter in his pocket, and was for +leaving, when Quiney suggested that if he were going to +the cottage he would accompany him, as some business +called him to Bidford. And so they set out together—the +younger man having first of all made a bundle of the wire +basket and the nails and hooks and what not, so that he +could the more easily carry them.</p> + +<p>It was a clear and mild October day; the wide country +very silent; the woods turning to yellow and russet now +and here and there golden leaves fluttering down from the +elms. So quiet and peaceful it all was in the gracious +sunlight; the steady ploughing going on; groups of +people gleaning in the bean-field, but not a sound of any +kind reaching them, save the cawing of some distant rooks. +And when they drew near to Shottery, Quiney had an eye +for the cottage-gardens, to see what flowers or shrubs were +still available; for of course the long wire basket, when it +was hung outside Judith's window, must be filled—ay, and +filled freshly at frequent intervals. If the gardens or the +fields or the hedge-rows would furnish sufficient store, +there would be no lack of willing hands for the gathering.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">341</a></span></p><p>They went first to the front door (the room that Judith +was to be moved into looked to the back), and here, ere +they had crossed the threshold, they beheld a strange +thing. The old grandmother was standing at the foot of +the wooden stair, with a small looking-glass in her hand; +she had not heard them approach, so it was with some +amazement they saw her deliberately let fall the glass on +to the stone passage, where naturally it was smashed into +a hundred fragments. And forthwith she began to scold +and rate the little Cicely, and that in so loud a voice that her +anger must have been plainly heard in the sick-room above.</p> + +<p>"Ah, thou mischief, thou imp, thou idle brat, thou must +needs go break the only looking-glass in the house! A +handy wench, truly; thou can hold nothing with thy silly +fingers, but must break cup and platter and pane, and now +the looking-glass—'twere well done to box thine ears, thou +mischief!"</p> + +<p>And with that she patted the little girl on the shoulder, +and shrewdly winked and smiled and nodded her head; +and then she went up the stair, again and loudly bewailing +her misfortune.</p> + +<p>"What a spite be this now!" they could hear her say, +at the door of Judith's room. "The only looking-glass in +the house and just as thou wouldst have it sent for! That +mischievous, idle little wench—heard you the crash, sweetheart? +Well, well, no matter; I must still have the tiring +of thee—against any one coming to see thee; ay, and I +would have thee brave and smart, when thou art able to +sit up a bit—ay, and thy hair will soon be grown again, +sweeting—and then the trinkets that thy father brought—and +the lace cuffs that Quiney gave thee—these and all +thou must wear. Was ever such a spite, now?—our only +looking-glass to be broken so; but thou shalt not want it, +sweetheart—nay, nay, thou must rest in my hands—I will +have thee smart enough; when any would come to see +thee——"</p> + +<p>That was all they heard, for now she shut the door; but +both of them guessed readily enough why the good dame +had thrown down and smashed the solitary mirror of the +house.</p> + +<p>Then they went within, and heard from Prudence that +Judith was going on well but very slowly, and that her +mind was in perfect calm and content, only that at times +she seemed anxious that her father should return to London, +lest his affairs should be hindered.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">342</a></span>"And truly I must go ere long," said he, "but not yet. +Not until she is more fairly on the highway."</p> + +<p>They were now in the room that was to be given up to +Judith, because of its larger size.</p> + +<p>"Prudence," said Quiney, "if the bed were placed so—by +the window—she might be propped up, so that when +she chose she could look abroad. Were not that a simple +thing—and cheerful for her? And I have arranged a small +matter so that every morning she may find some fresh +blossoms awaiting her—and yet not disturbing her with +any one wishing to enter the room. Methinks one might +better fix it now, ere she be brought down, so that the +knocking may not harm her."</p> + +<p>"I would she were in a fit state to be brought down," +Prudence said, rather sadly; "for never saw I any one so +weak and helpless."</p> + +<p>All the same he went away to see whether the oblong +basket of wire and the fastenings would fit; and although +(being a tall youth) he could easily reach the foot of the +window with his hands, he had to take a chair with him +in order to gain the proper height for the nails. Prudence +from within saw what he was after, and when it was all +fixed up she opened one of the casements to speak to him, +and her face was well pleased.</p> + +<p>"Truly, now, that was kindly thought of," said she. +"And shall I tell her of this that you have contrived for +her?"</p> + +<p>"Why, 'tis in this way, Prudence," said he, rather shamefacedly, +"she need not know whether 'tis this one or that +that puts a few blossoms in the basket—'twill do for any +one—any one that is passing along the road or through +the meadows, and picks up a pretty thing here or there. +'Twill soon be hard to get such things—save some red +berries or the like—but when any can stop in passing and +add their mite, 'twill be all the easier, for who that knows +her but hath good-will toward her?"</p> + +<p>"And her thanks to whom?" said Prudence, smiling.</p> + +<p>"Why, to all of them," said he, evasively. "Nay, I +would not have her even know that I nailed up the little +basket—perchance she might think I was too officious."</p> + +<p>"And can you undo it?" she asked. "Can you take it +down?"</p> + +<p>"Surely," he answered, and he lifted the basket off the +hooks to show her.</p> + +<p>"For," said she, "if you would bring it round, might we +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">343</a></span>not put a few flowers in it, and have them carried up to +Judith, to show her what you have designed for her? In +truth it would please her."</p> + +<p>He was not proof against this temptation. He carried +the basket round, and they fell to gathering such blossoms +as the garden afforded—marigolds, monthly roses, Michaelmas +daisies, and the like, with some scarlet hips from +the neighboring hedges, and some broad green leaves to +serve as a cushion for all of these. But he did not stay to +hear how his present was received. He was on his way to +Bidford, and on foot, for he had kept his promise with the +Galloway nag. So he bade Prudence farewell, and said +he would call in again on his way back in the evening.</p> + +<p>The wan, sad face lit up with something like pleasure +when Judith saw this little present brought before her; it +was not the first by many of similar small attentions that +he had paid her—tokens of a continual thoughtfulness +and affection—though he was not even permitted to see +her, much less to speak with her. How his business managed +to thrive during this period they could hardly guess, +only that he seemed to find time for everything. Apparently, +he was content with the most hap-hazard meals, and +seemed able to get along with scarcely any sleep at all; +and always he was the most hopeful one in the house, +and would not admit that Judith's recovery seemed +strangely slow, but regarded everything as happening for +the best, and tending toward a certain and happy issue. +One result of his being continually in or about the cottage +was this—that Master Walter Blaise had not looked near +them since the night on which the fever reached its crisis. +The women-folk surmised that, now there was a fair hope +of Judith's recovery, he perchance imagined his ministrations +to be no longer necessary, and was considerately +keeping out of the way, seeing that he could be of no use. +At all events, they did not discuss the subject much, for +more than one of them had perceived that, whenever the +parson's name was mentioned, Judith's father became reticent +and reserved—which was about his only way of showing +displeasure—so that they got into the habit of omitting +all mention of Master Blaise, for the better preserving and +maintaining the serenity of the domestic atmosphere.</p> + +<p>And yet Master Blaise came to be talked of—and to Judith +herself—this very morning. When Prudence went +into the room, carrying Quiney's flowers, the old grandmother +said she would go down and see how dinner was +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">344</a></span>getting forward (she having more mouths to feed than +usual), and Prudence was left in her place, with strict injunctions +to see that Judith took the small portions of food +that had been ordered her at the proper time. Prudence +sat down by the bedside. These two had not had much +confidential chatting of late, for Judith had been forbidden +to talk much, and was, indeed, far too weak and languid +for that, while generally there was some third person +about in attendance. But now they were alone; and Prudence +had a long tale to tell of Quiney's constant watchfulness +and care, and of all the little things he had thought +of and arranged for her, up to the construction of the wire +flower-basket.</p> + +<p>"But what he hath done, Judith, to anger Parson Blaise, +I cannot make out," she continued—"ay, and to anger +him sorely; for yesternight, when I went over to see how +my brother did, I met Master Blaise, and he stayed me +and talked with me for a space. Nay, he spoke too harshly +of Quiney, so that I had to defend him, and say what I +had seen of him—truly, I was coming near to speaking +with warmth—and then he went away from that. And +think you what he came to next, Judith?"</p> + +<p>The pale, quiet face of the speaker was overspread with +a blush, and she looked timidly at her friend.</p> + +<p>"What then, sweetheart?"</p> + +<p>"Perchance I should not tell you," she said, with some +hesitation; and then she said, more frankly, "Nay, why +should there be any concealment between us, Judith? +And he laid no charge of secrecy on me—in truth, I said +that I would think of it, and might even ask for counsel +and guidance. He would have made me his wife, Judith."</p> + +<p>Judith betrayed no atom of surprise, nay, she almost instantly +smiled her approval—it was a kind of friendly congratulation, +as it were—and she would have reached out +her hand only that she was so weak.</p> + +<p>"I am glad of that, dear mouse," said she, as pleasantly +as she could. "There would you be in your proper place; +is't not so? And what said you? what said you, sweetheart? +Ah, they all would welcome you, be sure; and +a parson's wife—a parson's wife, Prudence—would not that +be your proper place? would you not be happy so?"</p> + +<p>"I know not," the girl said, and she spoke wistfully, +and as if she were regarding distant things. "He had +nearly persuaded me, good heart, for indeed there is such +power and clearness in all he says; and it was almost put +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">345</a></span>before me as a duty, and something incumbent on me, for +the pleasing of all of them, and the being useful and serviceable +to so many; and then—and then——"</p> + +<p>There was another timid glance, and she took Judith's +hand; and her eyes were downcast as she made the confession:</p> + +<p>"Nay, I will tell thee the truth, sweetheart. Had he +spoken to me earlier—I—I might not have said him nay—so +good a man and earnest withal, and not fearing to +give offence if he can do true service to the Master of us +all. Judith, if it be unmaidenly, blame me not, but at one +time I had thoughts of him; and sometimes, ashamed, I +would not go to your house when he was there in the +afternoon, though Julius wondered, seeing that there was +worship and profitable expounding. But now—now—now +'tis different."</p> + +<p>"Why, dear mouse, why?" Judith said, with some astonishment; +"you must not flout the good man. 'Tis an +honorable offer."</p> + +<p>Prudence was looking back on that past time.</p> + +<p>"If he had spoken then," she said, absently, "my heart +would have rejoiced; and well I knew 'twould have been +no harm to you, dear Judith, for who could doubt how +you were inclined—ay, through all your quarrels and misunderstandings? +And if 'twas you the good parson wished +for in those days——"</p> + +<p>"Prudence," her friend said, reproachfully, "you do ill +to go back over a by-gone story. If you had thoughts of +him then, when as yet he had not spoken, why not now, +when he would have you be his wife? 'Tis an honorable +offer, as I say; and you—were you not meant for a +parson's wife, sweetheart?"</p> + +<p>Then Prudence regarded her with her honest eyes.</p> + +<p>"I should be afraid, Judith. Perchance I have listened +overmuch to your grandmother's talking and to Quiney's; +they are both of them angered against him. They say he +wrought you ill, and was cruel when he should have been +gentle with you, and was overproud of his office. Nay, I +marked that your father had scarce ever a word for him +when he was coming over to the cottage, but would get +away somehow and leave him. And—and methinks I should +be afraid, Judith; 'tis no longer as it used to be in former +days; and then, without perfect confidence, how should +one dare to venture on such a step? No, no, Judith, I +should be afraid."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">346</a></span>"In truth I cannot advise thee, then, dear heart," her +friend said, looking at her curiously. "For more than +any I know should you marry one that would be gentle +with you and kind. And think you that the parson would +overlord it?"</p> + +<p>"I know not—I know not," she said, in the same absent +way. "But with doubt, with hesitation, without perfect +confidence—how could one take such a step?"</p> + +<p>And then she bethought her.</p> + +<p>"Why, now, all this talking over my poor affairs?" she +said, more cheerfully. "A goodly nurse I am proving +myself! 'Tis thy affairs are of greater moment, and thou +must push forward, sweetheart, and get well more rapidly, +else they will say we are careless and foolish, that cannot +bring thee into firmer health."</p> + +<p>"But I am well content," said Judith, with a perfectly +placid smile.</p> + +<p>"Content! But you must not be content," Prudence +exclaimed. "Would you remain within-doors until your +hair be grown? Vanity is it, then? Ah, for shame—you that +always professed to be so proud, and careless of what they +thought! Content, truly! Look at so thin a hand—are +you content to remain so?"</p> + +<p>"I am none so ill," Judith said, pleasantly. "The days +pass well enough, and every one is kind."</p> + +<p>"But I say you must not be content!" Prudence again +remonstrated. "Did ever any one see such a poor, weak, +white hand as that? Look at the thin, thin veins."</p> + +<p>"Ah, but you know not, sweetheart," Judith said, and +she herself looked at those thin blue veins in the white +hand; "they seem to me to be running full of music and +happiness ever since I came out of the fever and found +my father talking to me in the old way."</p> + +<hr class="l65" /> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXVI.</h2> + +<h3>"WESTERN WIND, WHEN WILL YOU BLOW?"</h3> + +<p>There was much laughing among the good folk of Stratford +town—or rather among those of them allowed to visit +Quiney's back yard—over the nondescript vehicle that he +and his friend Pleydell were constructing there. But that +was chiefly at the first, when the neighbors would call it a +coffin on wheels or a grown-up cradle; afterward, when +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">347</a></span>it grew into shape and began to exhibit traces of decoration +(the little canopy at the head, for example, was covered, +over with blue taffeta that made a shelter from the +sun), they moderated their ridicule, and at last declared it +a most ingenious and useful contrivance, and one that +went as easily on its leather bands as any king's coach +that ever was built. And they said they hoped it would +do good service, for they knew it was meant for Judith; +and she had won the favor and good-will of many in that +town, in so far as an unmarried young woman was deemed +worthy of consideration.</p> + +<p>But that was an anxious morning when Quiney set forth +with this strange vehicle for the cottage. Little Willie +Hart was there, and Quiney had flung him inside, saying +he would give him a ride as far as Shottery, but thereafter +he did not speak a word to the boy. For this was the +morning on which he was to see Judith for the first time +since the fever had left her, and not only that, but he had +been appointed to carry her down-stairs to the larger room +below. This was by the direct instructions of the doctor. +Judith's father was now in London again, the doctor was +not a very powerful man, the staircase was over-narrow to +let two of the women try it between them; who, therefore, +was there but this young athlete to gather up that +precious charge and bear her gently forth? But when he +thought of that first meeting with Judith he trembled, and +dismay and apprehension filled his heart lest he should +show himself in the smallest way shocked by her appearance. +Careless as she might have been of other things, +she had always put a value on that; she knew she had +good looks, and she liked to look pretty and dainty, and +to wear becoming and pretty things. And again and +again he schooled himself and argued with himself. He +must be prepared to find her changed—nay, had he not +already had one glimpse of her, as she lay asleep, in the +cold light of the dawn?—he must be prepared to find the +happy and radiant face no longer that, but all faded and +white and worn, the clear shining eyes no longer laughing, +but sunken and sad, and the beautiful sun-brown hair—that +was her chiefest pride of all—no longer clustering +round her neck. Not that he himself cared—Judith was +for him always and ever Judith, whatever she might be +like, but his terror was lest he should betray, in the smallest +fashion, some pained surprise. He knew how sensitive +she was, and as an invalid she would be even more so, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">348</a></span>and what a fine thing it would be if her eyes were suddenly +to fill with tears on witnessing his disappointment! +And so he argued and argued, and strove to think of +Judith as a ghost—as anything rather than her former +self; and when he reached the cottage, he asked whether +Judith was ready to be brought down, in so matter-of-fact +a way that he seemed perfectly unconcerned.</p> + +<p>Well, she was not ready, for her grandmother had the +tiring of her, and the old dame was determined that (if she +had her way) her grandchild should look none too like an +invalid. If the sun-brown curls were gone, at least the +cap that she wore should have pretty blue ribbons where +it met under the chin. And she would have her wear the +lace cuffs, too, that Quiney had brought her from Warwick—did +not she owe it to him to do service for the gift? And +when all that was done, she made Judith take a little wine-and-water, +to strengthen her for the being carried down-stairs, +and then she sent word that Quiney might come up.</p> + +<p>He made his appearance forthwith, a little pale, perhaps, +and hesitating and apprehensive as he crossed the threshold. +And then he came quickly forward, and there was +a sudden wonder of joy and gladness in his eyes.</p> + +<p>"Judith," he exclaimed, quite involuntarily, and forgetting +everything, "why, how well you are looking!—indeed, +indeed you are!—sweetheart, you are not changed at all!"</p> + +<p>For this was Judith; not any of the spectral phantoms +he had been conjuring up, but Judith herself, regarding +him with friendly (if yet timid) eyes, and her face, as he +looked at her in this glad way, was no longer pale, but had +grown rose-red as the face of a bride. Her anxiety and +nervousness had been far greater than she dared to tell any +of them; but now his surprise and delight were surely real, +and then—for she was very weak, and she had been anxious +and full of fear, and this joy of seeing him—of seeing a +strange face, that belonged to the former happy time—was +too much for her. Her lips were tremulous, tears rose +to her eyes, and she would have turned away to hide her +crying—but that all at once he recalled his scattered senses, +and inwardly cursed himself for a fool, and forthwith addressed +her in the most cheerful and simple way.</p> + +<p>"Why, now, what stories they have been telling me, Judith! +I should scarce know you had been ill. You are +thinner—oh, yes, you are a little thinner; and if you went +to the woods to gather nuts I reckon you would not bring +home a heavy bag; but that will all mend in time. In +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">349</a></span>honest truth, dear Judith, I am glad to see you looking +none so ill; now I marvel not at your father going away +to see after his affairs—so sure <span class="err" title="original: be">he</span> must have been."</p> + +<p>"I am glad that he went, I was fretting so," she said +(and it was so strange to hear Judith's voice, that always +stirred his heart as if with the vibration of Susan's singing), +and then she added, timidly regarding him—"and you—I +have caused you much trouble also."</p> + +<p>He laughed; in truth he was so bewildered with the delight +of seeing this real living Judith before him that he +scarce knew what he said.</p> + +<p>"Trouble! yes, trouble, indeed, that I could do nothing +for you, and all the others waiting with you and cheering +you. But now, dear Judith, I have something for you—oh, +you shall see it presently; and you may laugh, but I +warrant me you will find it easy and comfortable when +that you are allowed to go forth into the garden. 'Tis a +kind of couch, as it were, but on wheels—nay, you may +call it your chariot, Judith, if you would be in state; and +if you may not go farther than the garden at first, why, +then you may lie in it, and have some one read to you; +and there is a small curtain if you would shut them all out +and go to sleep; ay, and when the time comes for you to +go along the lanes, then you may sit up somewhat, for +there are pillows for your head and for your back. As for +the drawing of it, why, little Willie Hart can pull me +when I am in it, and surely he can do the same for you, +that are scarce so heavy as I, as I take it. Oh, I warrant +you, you will soon get used to it; and 'twill be so much +pleasanter for you than being always within-doors—and +the fresher air—the fresher air will soon bring back your +color, Judith."</p> + +<p>For now that the first flush of embarrassment was gone +he could not but see (though still he talked in that cheerful +strain) how pale and worn was her face; and her +hands, that lay listlessly on the coverlet, with the pretty +lace cuffs going back from the wrists, were spectral hands, +so thin and white were they.</p> + +<p>"Master Quiney," said the old dame, coming to the +door, "it be all ready now below, if you can carry the wench +down. And take time—take time—there be no hurry."</p> + +<p>"You must come and help me, good grandmother," said +he, "to get her well into my arms."</p> + +<p>In truth he was trembling with very nervousness as he +set about this task. Should some mischance occur—some +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">350</a></span>stumble! And then he found himself all too strong and +uncouth and clumsy, with her so frail and delicate and +weak. But her grandmother lifted the girl's hand to his +shoulder, or rather to his neck, and bade her hold on so, +as well as she might; and then he got his arms better +round her, and with slow and careful steps made his way +down to the room below. There the bed was near the +window, and when he had gently placed her on it, and +propped up her head and shoulders, so that she was almost +sitting, the first thing that she saw before her was +the slung box of flowers and leaves outside the little casement. +She turned to him and smiled, and looked her +thanks with grateful eyes: he sought for no more than that.</p> + +<p>Of course they were all greatly pleased at this new state +of affairs—it seemed a step on the forward way, a hopeful +thing. Moreover, there was a brighter animation in the +girl's look—whether that was owing to the excitement of +the change or the pleasure at seeing the face of an old friend.</p> + +<p>And as the others seemed busy among themselves, suggesting +small arrangements, and the like, Quiney judged it +was time for him to go; his services were no longer needed.</p> + +<p>He went forward to her.</p> + +<p>"Judith," said he, "I will bid you good-day now. If +you but knew how glad I am to have seen you—ay, and to +find you going on so well! I will take away a lighter +heart with me."</p> + +<p>She looked up at him hesitating and timid, and then +she gathered courage.</p> + +<p>"But why must you go?" said she, with some touch of +color in the pale face.</p> + +<p>He glanced at the others.</p> + +<p>"Perchance they may not wish me to stay; they may +fear your being tired with talking."</p> + +<p>"But if I wish you to stay—for a little while?" she said, +gently. "If your business call you not——"</p> + +<p>"My business!" he said. "My business must shift for +itself on such a day as this; think you 'tis nothing for me +to speak with you again, Judith, after so long a time?"</p> + +<p>"And my chariot," she said, brightly—"may not I see +my chariot?"</p> + +<p>"Why, truly!" he cried. "Willie Hart is in charge of +it without. We will bring it along the passage, and you +will see it at the door; and you must not laugh, dear Judith—'tis +a rude-made thing, I know—but serviceable—you +shall have comfort from it, I warrant you."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">351</a></span></p><p>They wheeled it along the passage, but could not get it +within the apartment; however, through the open door +she could see very easily the meaning and construction of +it. And when she observed with what care and pretty +taste it had been adorned for her, even to the putting ribbons +at the front corners of the little canopy (but this was +not the work of men's fingers; it was Prudence who had +contributed these), she was not in the least inclined to +laugh at the efforts of these good friends to be of use to +her and to gratify her. She beckoned him to come to her.</p> + +<p>"'Tis but a patchwork thing to look at," said he, rather +shamefacedly, "but I hope you will find it right comfortable +when you use it. I hope soon to hear of you trying it, +Judith."</p> + +<p>"Give me your hand," said she.</p> + +<p>She took his hand and kissed it.</p> + +<p>"I cannot speak my thanks to you," she said, in a low +voice, "for not only this but all that you have done for me."</p> + +<p>There were tears in her eyes, and he was so bewildered, +and his heart so wildly aflame, that he could only touch +her shoulder and say,</p> + +<p>"Be still now, Judith. Be still and quiet, and perchance +they may let me remain with you a little space further."</p> + +<hr class="l5" /> + +<p>Well, it was a long and a weary waiting. She seemed, too, +content with her feeble state; there were so many who +were kind to her; and her father sending her messages +from London; and Quiney coming every morning to put +some little things—branches of evergreens, or the like, +when flowers were no longer to be had—in the little basket +outside the window. He could reach to that easily; +and when she happened to hear his footsteps coming near, +even when she could not see him, she would tap with her +white fingers on the window-panes—that was her thanks +to him, and morning greeting.</p> + +<p>It was a bitter winter, and ever they were looking forward +to the milder weather, to see when they might risk +taking her out-of-doors, swathed up in her chariot, as she +called it; but the weeks and weeks went by, hard and obdurate, +and at last they found themselves in the new year. +But she could get about the house a little now, in a quiet +way; and so it was that, one morning, she and Quiney +were together standing at the front window, looking abroad +over the wide white landscape. Snow lay everywhere, +thick and silent; the bushes were heavy with it; and far +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">352</a></span>beyond those ghostly meadows, though they could not see +it they knew that the Avon was fixed and hard in its winter +sleep, under the hanging banks of the Wier Brake.</p> + +<p>"'<i>Western wind, when will you blow?</i>'" she said, and yet +not sadly, for there was a placid look in her eyes: she was +rather complaining, with a touch of the petulance of the +Judith of old.</p> + +<p>The arm of her lover was resting lightly on her shoulder—she +was strong enough to bear that now, and she did not +resent the burden; and she had got her soft sunny-brown +curls again, though still they were rather short; and her +face had got back something of its beautiful curves; and +her eyes, if they were not so cruelly audacious as of old, +were yet clear-shining and gentle, and with abundance of +kind messages for all the world, but with tenderer looks +for only one.</p> + +<p>"'<i>Western wind</i>,'" she repeated, with that not over-sad +complaint of injury, "'<i>when will you blow—when will you +blow?</i>'"</p> + +<p>"All in good time, sweetheart, all in good time," said +he; and his hand lay kindly on her shoulder, as if she +were one to whom some measure of gentle tending and +cheering words were somewhat due. "And guess you +now what they mean to do for you when the milder +weather comes? I mean the lads at the school. Why, +then, 'tis a secret league and compact—I doubt not that +your cousin Willie may have been at the suggesting of it—but +'twas some of the bigger lads who came to me. And +'tis all arranged now, and all for the sake of you, dear +heart. For when the milder weather comes, and the year +begins to wake again, why, they are all of them to keep a +sharp and eager eye here and there—in the lanes or in +the woods—for the early peeping up of the primroses; and +then 'tis to be a grand whole holiday that I am to get for +them, as it appears; and all the school is to go forth to +search the hedge-rows and the woods and the banks—all +the country-side is to be searched and searched—and for +what, think you? why, to bring you a spacious basketful of +the very first primroses of the spring! See you, now, what +it is to be the general favorite. Nay, I swear to you, dear +Judith, you are the sweetheart of all of them; and what +a shame it is that I must take you away from them all!"</p> + +<p class="center">THE END.</p> +<hr class="l65" /> +<div class='tnote'> +<h3>List of Corrections:</h3> + +<p>p. <a href="#Page_11">11</a>: "and a semicicle on the crumbling earth" was changed to + "and a semicircle on the crumbling earth."</p> +<p>p. <a href="#Page_78">78</a>: "She did not not seem" was changed to + "She did not seem."</p> +<p>p. <a href="#Page_81">81</a>: "from you own people" was changed to + "from your own people."</p> +<p>p. <a href="#Page_123">123</a>: "chance of the the same" was changed to + "chance of the same."</p> +<p>p. <a href="#Page_131">131</a>: "we sat in the litttle bower" was changed to + "we sat in the little bower."</p> +<p> p. <a href="#Page_166">166</a>: "she had heard vaguely of from time time" was changed to "she had heard vaguely of from time to time."</p> +<p>p. <a href="#Page_169">169</a>: "this acquaintence the moment she chose." was changed to + "this acquaintance the moment she chose."</p> + +<p>p. <a href="#Page_171">171</a>: "the deliberare purpose" was changed to + "the deliberate purpose."</p> +<p>p. <a href="#Page_191">191</a>: "letters of red and biack;" was changed to "letters of red and black;"</p> +<p>p. <a href="#Page_203">203</a>: "as he slowy sharpened" was changed to + "as he slowly sharpened."</p> +<p>p.<a href="#Page_233"> 233</a>: "For how long?—a fornight!" was changed to + "For how long?—a fortnight!"</p> +<p>p. <a href="#Page_307">307</a>: "her contritition" was changed to + "her contrition."</p> +<p>p. <a href="#Page_322">322</a>: "lead her delirous wanderings" was changed to + "lead her delirious wanderings."</p> +<p>p. <a href="#Page_349">349</a>: "so sure be must have been" was changed to "so sure he must have been."</p> + +<h3>Errata:</h3> + +<p>p. <a href="#Page_176">176</a>: "Nay, but this time you have hit the mark," complacently. +should be "Nay, but this time you have hit the mark," said Juliet, complacently.</p> + +<p>p. <a href="#Page_185">185</a>: "'twas a bold demand to made of England!" should be "'twas a + bold demand to make of England!"</p> +</div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Judith Shakespeare, by William Black + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JUDITH SHAKESPEARE *** + +***** This file should be named 37788-h.htm or 37788-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/7/7/8/37788/ + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Eleni Christofaki and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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