"Did you not know the world," answered Lambourne, "it were my duty to say ay, without farther circumstance, and swear to it with life and honour, and so forth. But as it seems to me that your worship is one who desires rather honest truth than poSo saying, he gave his horse the spur, and proceed-litic falsehood-I reply to you, that I can be faithful ed on his journey, while Varney rode back to Cum- to the gallows' foot, ay, to the loop that dangles from nor by the public road, avoiding the park. The lat- it, if I am well used and well recompensed ;-not ter alighted at the door of the bonny Black Bear, and otherwise." desired to speak with Master Michael Lambourne. That respectable character was not long of appearing before his new patron, but it was with downcast looks.

service, in which, if thou do not better thyself, the fault shall not be fortune's, but thine own.'

"Brave and hearty!" said Lambourne, "and I am mounted in an instant.-Knave, hostler, saddle my nag without the loss of one second, as thou dost value the safety of thy noddle.-Pretty Cicely, take half this purse to comfort thee for my sudden departure." "Gogsnouns!" replied the father, "Cicely wants no such token from thee.--Go away, Mike, and gather grace if thou canst, though I think thou goest not to the land where it grows."

"Let me look at this Cicely of thine, mine host," said Varney; "I have heard much talk of her beauty."

"It is a sunburnt beauty," said mine host, "well qualified to stand out rain and wind, but little calculated to please such critical gallants as yourself. She keeps her chamber, and cannot encounter the glance of such sunny-day courtiers as my noble guest."

"Well, peace be with her, my good host," answered Varney; "cur horses are impatient-we bid you good day."

Does my nephew go with you, so please you?" said Gosling,

son thou wilt chiefly wait, and upon my countenance that thou wilt depend. I am his master of horseThou wilt soon know his name--it is one that shakes the council and wields the state.'

"By this light a brave spell to conjure with," said Lambourne, "if a man would discover hidden treasures!"

"Used with discretion, it may prove so," replied Varney; "but mark-if thou conjure with it at thine own hand, it may raise a devil who will tear thee in fragments."

Enough said," replied Lambourne; "I will not exceed my limits."

The travellers then resumed the rapid rate of travelling which their discourse had interrupted, and soon arrived at the Royal Park of Woodstock. This ancient possession of the crown of England was then very different from what it had been when it was the residence of the fair Rosamond, and the scene of Henry the Second's secret and illicit amours; and yet more unlike to the scene which it exhibits in the present day, when Blenheim-House commemorates the victory of Marlborough, and no less the genius of Vanburgh, though decried in his own time by persons of taste far interior to his own. It was, in ElizaAy, such is his purpose," answered Richard beth's time, an ancient mansion in bad repair, which Varney. had long ceased to be honoured with the royal resi"You are right-fully right," replied mine host-dence, to the great impoverishment of the adjacent 'you are, I say, fully right, my kinsman. Thou hast village. The inhabitants, however, had made seve got a gay horse, see thou light not unaware upon a ral petitions to the Queen to have the favour of the halter or, if thou wilt needs be made immortal by sovereign's countenance occasionally bestowed upon means of a rope, which thy purpose of following this them; and upon this very business, ostensibly at gentleman renders not unlikely, I charge thee to least, was the noble lord, whom we have already infind a gallows as far from Cuminor as thou conve- troduced to our readers, a visiter at Woodstock." niently mayst; and so I commend you to your saddle."

The master of the horse and his new retainer mounted accordingly, leaving the landlord to conclude his ill-omened farewell, to himself and at leisure; and set off together at a rapid pace, which prevented conversation until the ascent of a steep sandy hill permitted them to resume it.

You are contented, then," said Varney to his companion, to take court-service ?"

Ay, worshipful sir, if you like my terms as well as I like yours."

"And what are your terms?" demanded Varney. "If I am to have a quick eye for my patron's interest, he must have a dull one towards my faults," said Lambourne.

Ay," said Varney, "so they lie not so grossly open that he must needs break his shins over them." Agreed," said Lambourne. " Next, if I run down game, I must have the picking of the bones." "That is but reason," replied Varney, so that your betters are served before you.",

Good," said Lambourne;" and it only remains to be said, that if the law and I quarrel, my patron must bear me out, for that is a chief point." "Reason again," said Varney, "if the quarrel hath happened in your master's service."

For the wage and so forth, I say nothing," proceeded Lambourne; "it is the secret guerdon that I must live by."

"Never fear," said Varney; "thou shalt have clothes and spending money to ruffle it with the best of thy degree, for thou goest to a household where you have gold, as they say, by the eye.' "That jumps all with my humour," replied Michael Lambourne; and it only remains that you tell me

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my master's name.'

My name is Master Richard Varney," answered his companion.

"BI mean," said Lambourne," the name of the noble lord to whose service you are to prefer me." "How, knave, art thou too good to call me master?" said Varney, hastily; "I would have thee bold to others, but not saucy to me.'

"I crave your worship's pardon," said Lambourne; "but you seemed familiar with Anthony Foster, now I am familiar with Anthony myself."

"Thou art a shrewd knave, I see," replied Varney. "Mark me-I do indeed propose to introduce thee into a nobleman's household; but it is upon my per

Varney and Lambourne galloped without ceremony into the court-yard of the ancient and dilapidated mansion, which presented on that morning a scene of bustle which it had not exhibited for two reigns. Officers of the Earl's household, livery-men and retainers, went and came with all the insolent fracas which attaches to their profession. The neigh of horses and the baying of hounds were heard; for my lord, in his occupation of inspecting and surveying the manor and demesne, was of course provided with the means of following his pleasure in the chase or park, said to have been the earliest that was enclosed in England, and which was well stocked with deer that had long roamed there unmolested. Several of the inhabitants of the village, in anxious hope of a favourable result from this unwonted visit, loitered about the court-yard, and awaited the great man's coming forth. Their attention was excited by the hasty arrival of Varney, and a murmur ran amongst them, "The Earl's master of the horse!" while they hurried to bespeak favour by hastily unbonneting, and proffering to hold the bridle and stirrup of the favoured retainer and his attendant.

"Stand somewhat aloof, my masters!" said Varney, haughtily, "and let the domestics do their office."

The mortified citizens and peasants fell back at the signal; while Lambourne, who had his eye upon his superior's deportment, repelled the services of those who offered to assist him, with yet more discourtesy-" Stand back, Jack peasant, with a murrain to you, and let these knave footmen do their duty!"

While they gave their nags to the attendants of the household, and walked into the mansion with an air of superiority which long practice and consciousness of birth rendered natural to Varney, and which Lambourne endeavoured to imitate as well as he could, the poor inhabitants of Woodstock whispered to each other, "Well-a-day-God save us from all such misproud princoxes! An the master be like the men. why, the fiend may take all, and yet have no more than his due."

"Silence, good neighbours!" said the Bailiff, "keep tongue betwixt teeth-we shall know more by and by. But never will a lord come to Woodstock so welcome as bluff old King Harry! He would horsewhip a fellow one day with his own royal hand, and then fling him an handful of silver groats, with his own broad face on them, to 'noint the sore withal."

66 Ay, rest be with him!" echoed the auditors; "it

will be long ere this Lady Elizabeth horsewhip any of us."

"There is no saying," answered the Bailiff. "Meanwhile, patience, good neighbours, and let us comfort ourselves by thinking that we deserve such notice at her grace's hands."

Meanwhile, Varney, closely followed by his new dependant, made his way to the hall, where men of more note and consequence than those left in the court-yard awaited the appearance of the Earl, who as yet kept his chamber. All paid court to Varney, with more or less deference, as suited their own rank, or the urgency of the business which brought them to his lord's levee. To the general question of, "When comes my lord forth, Master Varney ?" he gave brief answers, as, See you not my boots? I am but just returned from Oxford, and know nothing of it," and the like, until the same query was put in a higher tone by a personage of more importance. "I will inquire of the chamberlain, Sir Thomas Copely," was the reply. The chamberlain, distinguished by his silver key, answered, that the Earl only awaited Master Varney's return to come down, but that he would first speak with him in his private chamber. Varney, therefore, bowed to the company, and took leave, to enter his lord's apartment.

There was a murmur of expectation which lasted a few minutes, and was at length hushed by the opening of the folding-doors at the upper end of the apartment, through which the Earl made his entrance, marshalled by his chamberlain and the steward of his family, and followed by Richard Varney, In his noble mien and princely features, men read nothing of that insolence which was practised by his dependants. His courtesies were, indeed, measured by the rank of those to whom they were addressed, but even the meanest person present had a share of his gracious notice. The inquiries which he made respecting the condition of the manor, of the Queen's rights there, and of the advantages and disadvantages which might attend her occasional residence at the royal seat of Woodstock, seemed to show that he had most earnestly investigated the matter of the petition of the inhabitants, and with a desire to forward the interest of the place.

"Now the Lord love his noble countenance," said the Bailiff, who had thrust himself into the presencechamber; "he looks somewhat pale. I warrant him he hath spent the whole night in perusing our memorial. Master Toughyarn, who took six months to draw it up, said it would take a week to understand it; and see if the Earl hath not knocked the marrow out of it in twenty-four hours!"

The Earl then acquainted them that he should move their sovereign to honour Woodstock occasionally with her residence during her royal progresses, that the town and its vicinity might derive, from her countenance and favour, the same advantages as from those of her predecessors. Meanwhile, he rejoiced to be the expounder of her gracious pleasure, in assuring them that, for the increase of trade and encouragement of the worthy burgesses of Woodstock, her majesty was minded to erect the town into a Staple for wool.

This joyful intelligence was received with the acclamations not only of the better sort who were admitted to the audience-chamber, but of the commons who awaited without.

The freedom of the corporation was presented to the Earl upon knee by the magistrates of the place, together with a purse of gold pieces, which the Earl handed to Varney, who, on his part, gave a share to Lambourne, as the most acceptable earnest of his new service.

The Earl and his retinue took horse soon after to return to court, accompanied by the shouts of the inhabitants of Woodstock, who made the old oaks ring with re-echoing, "Long live Queen Elizabeth, and the noble Earl of Leicester!" The urbanity and courtesy of the Earl even threw a gleam of popularity over his attendants, as their haughty deportment had formerly obscured that of their master; and men shouted, "Long life to the Earl, and to his gallant followers!" as Varney and Lambourne, each in his rank, rode proudly through the streets of Woodstock.

Ir becomes necessary to return to the detail of those circumstances which accompanied, and indeed occasioned, the sudden disappearance of Tressilian from the sign of the Black Bear at Cumnor. It will be recollected that this gentleman, after his rencounter with Varney, had returned to Giles Gosling's caravansary, where he shut himself up in his own chamber, demanded pen, ink, and paper, and announced his purpose to remain private for the day; in the evening he appeared again in the public room, where Michael Lambourne, who had been on the watch for him, agreeably to his engagement to Varney, endeavoured to renew his acquaintance with him, and hoped he retained no unfriendly recollection of the part he had taken in the morning's scuffle.

But Tressilian repelled his advances firmly, though with civility-"Master Lambourne," he said, "I trust I have recompensed to your pleasure the time you have wasted on me. Under the show of wild bluntness which you exhibit, I know you have sense enough to understand me, when I say frankly, that the object of our temporary acquaintance having been accomplished, we must be strangers to each other in future."

"Voto!" said Lambourne, twirling his whiskers with one hand, and grasping the hilt of his weapon with the other; "if I thought that this usage was meant to insult me”

"You would bear it with discretion, doubtless," interrupted Tressilian, as you must do at any rate. You know too well the distance that is betwixt us to require me to explain myself farther—Good evening."

So saying, he turned his back upon his former companion, and entered into discourse with the landlord. Michael Lambourne felt strongly disposed to bully; but his wrath died away in a few incoherent oaths and ejaculations, and he sank unresistingly under the ascendency which superior spirits possess over persons of his habits and description. He remained moody and silent in a corner of the apartment, paying the most marked attention to every motion of his late companion, against whom he began now to nourish a quarrel on his own account, which he trusted to avenge by the execution of his new master Varney's directions. The hour of supper arrived, and was followed by that of repose, when Tressilian, like others, retired to his sleeping apartment.

He had not been in bed long, when the train of sad reveries, which supplied the place of rest in his disturbed mind, was suddenly interrupted by the jar of a door on its hinges, and a light was seen to glimmer in the apartment. Tressilian, who was as brave as steel, sprang from his bed at this alarm, and had laid hand upon his sword, when he was prevented from drawing it by a voice which said, "Be not too rash with your rapier, Master Tressilian-It is I, your host, Giles Gosling."

At the same time, unshrouding the dark lantern, which had hitherto only emitted an indistinct glimmer, the goodly aspect and figure of the landlord of the Black Bear was visibly presented to his astonished guest.

"What mummery is this, mine host?" said Tressilian; "have you supped as jollily as last night, and so mistaken your chamber? or is midnight a time for masquerading it in your guest's lodging?"

"Master Tressilian," replied mine host, "I know my place and my time as well as e'er a merry landlord in England. But here has been my hang-dog kinsman watching you as close as ever cat watched a mouse; and here have you, on the other hard, quarrelled and fought, either with him or with some other person, and I fear that danger will come of it."

"Go to, thou art but a fool, man," said Tressilian; "thy kinsman is beneath my resentment; and besides, why shouldst thou think I had quarrelled with any one whomsoever?"

"Oh! sir.' replied the innkeeper, "there was a red

spot on thy very cheek-bone, which boded of a late | tion, he meditated for an instant now he should combrawl, as sure as the conjunction of Mars and Saturn mence his narrative. My tale," he at length said, threatens misfortune-and when you returned, the "to be quite intelligible, must begin at some distance buckles of your girdle were brought forward, and back.-You have heard of the battle of Stoke, my your step was quick and hasty, and all things show-good host, and perhaps of old Sir Roger Robsart, ed your hand and your hilt had been lately ac- who, in that battle, valiantly took part with Henry quainted." VII., the Queen's grandfather, and routed the Earl of Lincoln, Lord Geraldin and his wild Irish, and the Flemings, whom the Duchess of Burgundy had sent over, in the quarrel of Lambert Simnel?"

"I remember both one and the other," said Giles Gosling, "it is sung of a dozen times a-week on my ale-bench below. Sir Roger Robsart of Devon-0, ay,-'tis him of whom minstrels sing to this hour,'He was the flower of Stoke's red field, When Martin Swart on ground lay slain; In raging rout he never reel'd,

"Well, good mine host, if I have been obliged to draw my sword," said Tressilian, "why should such a circumstance fetch thee out of thy warm bed at this time of night? Thou seest the mischief is all over." "Under favour, that is what I doubt. Anthony Foster is a dangerous man, defended by strong court patronage, which hath borne him out in matters of very deep concernment. And, then, my kinsmanwhy, I have told you what he is; and if these two old cronies have made up their old acquaintance, I would not, my worshipful guest, that it should be at thy cost. I promise you, Mike Lambourne has been ma-Ay, and then there was Martin Swart I have heard king very particular inquiries at my hostler, when and which way you ride. Now, I would have you think, whether you may not have done or said something for which you may be waylaid, and taken at disad

vantage.

"Thou art an honest man, mine host," said Tressilian, after a moment's consideration," and I will deal frankly with thee. If these men's malice is directed against me-as I deny not but it may-it is because they are the agents of a more powerful villain than themselves.'

"You mean Master Richard Varney, do you not?" said the landlord; "he was at Cumnor-Place yesterday, and came not thither so private but what he was espied by one who told me?"

"I mean the same," mine host.

"Then, for God's sake, worshipful Master Tressilian," said honest Gosling, "look well to yourself. This Varney is the protector and patron of Anthony Foster, who holds under him, and by his favour, some lease of yonder mansion and the park. Varney got a large grant of the lands of the Abbacy of Abingdon, and Cumnor-Place amongst others, from his master, the Earl of Leicester. Men say he can do every thing with him, though I hold the Earl too good a nobleman to employ him as some men talk of.-And then the Earl can do any thing (that is any thing right or fitting) with the Queen, God bless her; so you see what an enemy you have made to yourself."

"Well-it is done, and I cannot help it," answered Tressilian.

"Uds precious, but it must be helped in some manner," said the host. "Richard Varney-why, what between his influence with my lord, and his pretending to so many old and vexatious claims in right of the Abbot here, men fear almost to mention his name, much more to set themselves against his practices. You may judge by our discourses the last night. Men said their pleasure of Tony Foster, but not a word of Richard Varney, though all men judge him to be at the bottom of yonder mystery about the pretty wench. But perhaps you know more of that matter than I do, for women, though they wear not swords, are occasion for many a blade's exchanging a sheath of neat's leather for one of flesh and blood."

But like a rock did firm remain.'*

my grandfather talk of, and of the jolly Almains whom he commanded, with their slashed doublets and quaint hose, all frounced with ribands above the netherstocks. Here's a song goes of Martin Swart, too, an I had but memory for it :-

'Martin Swart and his men,

Saddle them, saddle them,
Martin Swart and his men ;
Saddle them well.' "t

"True, good mine host-the day was long talked of; but if you sing so loud, you will awake more listeners than I care to commit my confidence unto."

"I crave pardon, my worshipful guest," said mine host, "I was oblivious. When an old song comes across us merry old knights of the spigot, it runs away with our discretion."

"Well, mine host, my grandfather, like some other Cornish-men, kept a warm affection to the House of York, and espoused the quarrel of this Simnel, assuming the title of Earl of Warwick, as the county afterwards, in great numbers, countenanced the cause of Perkin Warbeck, calling himself the Duke of York. My grandsire joined Simnel's standard, and was taken fighting desperately at Stoke, where most of the leaders of that unhappy army were slain in their harness. The good knight to whom he rendered himself, Sir Roger Robsart, protected him from the immediate vengeance of the King, and dismissed him without ransom. But he was unable to guard him from other penalties of his rashness, being the heavy fines by which he was impoverished, according to Henry's mode of weakening his enemies. The good knight did what he might to mitigate the distresses of my ancestor; and their friendship became so strict, that my father was bred up as the sworn brother and intimate of the present Sir Hugh Robsart, the only son of Sir Roger, and the heir of his honest, and generous, and hospitable temper, though not equal to him in martial achievements.

"I have heard of good Sir Hugh Robsart," interrupted the host, many a time and oft. His huntsman and sworn servant, Will Badger, hath spoke of him a hundred times in this very house-a jovial knight he is, and hath loved hospitality and open housekeeping more than the present fashion, which "I do indeed know more of that poor unfortunate lays as much gold lace on the seams of a doublet as lady than thou dost, my friendly host; and so bank-would feed a dozen of tall fellows with beef and ale rupt am I, at this moment, of friends and advice, that for a twelvemonth, and let them have their evening at I will willingly make a counsellor of thee, and tell the alehouse once a-week, to do good to the pubthee the whole history, the rather that I have a favour lican." to ask when my tale is ended."

"Good Master Tressilian, "said the landlord, "I am but a poor innkeeper, little able to adjust or counsel such a guest as yourself. But as sure as I have risen decently above the world, by giving good measure and reasonable charges, I am an honest man; and as such, if I may not be able to assist you, I am, at least, not capable to abuse your confidence. Say away therefore, as confidently as if you spoke to your father; and thus far at least be certain, that my curiosity, for I will not deny that which belongs to my calling, is joined to a reasonable degree of discre

"I doubt it not, mine host," answered Tressilian; and while his auditor remained in anxious expecta

"If you have seen Will Badger, mine host," said Tressilian, you have heard enough of Sir Hugh Robsart; and therefore I will but say, that the hospitality you boast of hath proved somewhat detrimental to the estate of his family, which is perhaps of the less consequence, as he has but one daughter to whom to bequeath it. And here begins my share in the tale. Upon my father's death, now several years since, the good Sir Hugh would willingly have

*This verse, or something similar, occours in a long ballad, or

poem, on Flodden-Field, reprinted by the late Henry Weber.

This verse of an old song actually occouts in an old play where the singer boasts,

Courteously I can both counter and knack
Of Martin Swart and all his merry-men.

"And what is now your purpose, worthy sir?excuse my freedom in asking the question so broadly." "I purpose, mine host," said Tressilian, "to renew my visit to the place of her residence to-morrow, "The case was different, mine host. My suit was and to seek a more detailed communication with her highly approved by the generous Sir Hugh Robsart-than I have had to-day. She must indeed be widely it was his daughter who was cold to my passion." "She was the more dangerous enemy of the two," said the innkeeper. "I fear me your suit proved a cold

"It is somewhat under a noble," said Tressilian. "Be not so rash, good sir," replied Giles Gosling; giving one to the host; "give the balance to pretty "and cast not yourself away because a woman-to Cicely, your daughter, and the servants of the house." be brief-is a woman, and changes her lovers like "They shall taste of your bounty, sir," said Gosher suit of ribands, with no better reason than mere | ling, "and you should taste of my daughter's lips in