He question'd me; among the rest, demanded I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for 't made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds,—God save the mark!-And telling me the sovereign'st thing on Earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, Come current for an accusation Betwixt my love and your high Majesty. Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord, Whatever Harry Percy then had said To such a person, and in such a place, King. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners, But with proviso and exception, That we at our own charge shall ransom straight Who, on my soul, hath willfully betray'd Be emptied to redeem a traitor home? Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost Hot. Revolted Mortimer! He never did fall off, my sovereign liege, In single opposition, hand to hand, He did confound the best part of an hour In changing hardiment with great Glendower. Three times they breathed, and three times did they drink, Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Color her working with such deadly wounds; Then let him not be slander'd with revolt. King. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him; He never did encounter with Glendower: I tell thee, He durst as well have met the Devil alone As Owen Glendower for an enemy. Art not ashamed? But, sirrah, from henceforth Send me your prisoners with the speediest means, As will displease you.-My Lord Northumberland, Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it. [Exeunt King HENRY, BLUNT, and train. Hot. An if the Devil come and roar for them, I will not send them: I will after straight, And tell him so; for I will ease my heart, Although it be with hazard of my head. North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause awhile: Here comes your uncle. Re-enter WORCESTER. Hot. Speak of Mortimer! Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul Yea, on his part I 'll empty all these veins, And shed my dear blood drop by drop i' the dust, As high i' the air as this unthankful King, Wor. Who struck this heat up after I was gone? Wor. Peace, cousin, say no more: And now I will unclasp a secret book, Hot. If we fall in, good night, or sink or swim! So honor cross it from the north to south, And let them grapple. O, the blood more stirs By Heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced Moon; Where fathom-line could never touch the ground; But out upon this half-faced fellowship! Wor. Good cousin, give me audience for awhile. By Heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them; Wor. And lend no ear unto my purposes. You start away, Hot. Nay, I will; that 's flat. He said he would not ransom Mortimer; Nay, I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak William Shakespeare. Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances! Gayly to bourgeon, and broadly to grow, Sends back our shout again, Ours is no sapling, chance-sown by the fountain, When the whirlwind has stripp'd every leaf on the mountain, The more shall Clan-Alpine exult in her shade. Moor'd in the rifted rock, Proof to the tempest's shock, Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow; "Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!" Proudly our pibroch has thrill'd in Glen Fruin, Widow and Saxon maid Long shall lament our raid, Think of Clan-Alpine with fear and with woe; Shake when they hear agen, Row, vassals, row, for the pride of the Highlands! Were wreathed in a garland around him to twine! Honor'd and bless'd in their shadow might grow! Ring from her deepmost glen, Sir Walter Scott. THE TRIAL OF BEN THOMAS. As It was a sultry noon and Jeffersonville was brisk. Jeffersonville is brisk only during court week, it may be inferred that court was in session. About the large square building little groups of farmers were gathered. Within were the usual courthouse habitués,-jurors who hope in vain to "get off," and citizens of limited income who yet hope to "get on. Apparently, there was nothing exciting on hand just then, though a murder trial had been interrupted by a temporary adjournment. But the defendant was a negro, and a murder by a negro was not a novelty. While the court was assembling, the curious might have noted the prisoner's points. His face, if it had any marked characteristic, was noted chiefly for its inexpressive lines, and its appearance was one of supreme indifference. His stout, heavy frame was clad in a common jean suit stained with months of wear, and his kinky hair was sprinkled with gray. He sat quietly, allowing his eyes to roam from face to face as the genial conversation drifted about in the groups around him. He was evidently not impressed by any sense of peril, though, when the court had adjourned, |