While Mabel was admiring this display of sagacity and affection a bustling step was heard behind her, and turning, she beheld a strange figure in a parti-coloured gown and hose, with a fool's cap and bells on his head, whom she immediately recognised as the cardinal's jester, Patch.The new-comer recognised her too, stared in astonishment, and gave a leering look at Will Sommers.
"What brings you here, gossip Patch?" cried Will Sommers."I thought you were in attendance upon your master, at the court at Blackfriars.""So I have been," replied Patch, "and I am only just arrived with his grace.""What! is the decision pronounced?" cried Will Sommers eagerly."Is the queen divorced? Is the king single again? Let us hear the sentence.""Ay, the sentence!--the sentence!" resounded on all hands.
Stimulated by curiosity, the whole of the party rose from the table;Simon Quanden got out of his chair; the other cooks left their joints to scorch at the fire; the scullions suspended their work; and Hob and Nob fixed their large inquiring black eyes upon the jester.
"I never talk thirsting," said Patch, marching to the table, and filling himself a flagon of mead."Here's to you, fair maiden," he added, kissing the cup to Mabel, and swallowing its contents at a draught.
"And now be seated, my masters, and you shall hear all I have to relate, and it will be told in a few words.The court is adjourned for three days, Queen Catherine having demanded that time to prepare her allegations, and the delay has been granted her.""Pest on it!--the delay is some trick of your crafty and double-dealing master," cried Will Sommers."Were I the king, I know how I would deal with him.""What wouldst thou do, thou scurril knave? "cried Patch angrily.
"I would strip him of his ill-gotten wealth, and leave him only thee--a fitting attendant--of all his thousand servitors," replied Will.
"This shall to his grace's ears," screamed Patch, amid the laughter of the company--" and see whether your back does not smart for it.""I fear him not," replied Will Sommers."I have not yet told the king my master of the rare wine we found in his cellar.""What wine was that, Will?" cried Jack of the Bottles.
"You shall hear," replied Will Sommers, enjoying the disconcerted look of the other jester."I was at the palace at Hampton, when this scant-witted knave invited me to taste some of his master's wine, and accordingly to the cellar we went.'This wine will surprise you,' quoth he, as we broached the first hogshead.And truly it did surprise me, for no wine followed the gimlet.So we went on to another, and another, and another, till we tried half a score of them, and all with the same result.Upon this I seized a hammer which was lying by and sounded the casks, but none of them seeming empty, I at last broke the lid of one--and what do you think it contained?"A variety of responses were returned by the laughing assemblage, during which Patch sought to impose silence upon his opponent.But Will Sommers was not to be checked.
"It contained neither vinegar, nor oil, nor lead," he said, " but gold; ay, solid bars of gold-ingots.Every hogshead was worth ten thousand pounds, and more.""Credit him not, my masters," cried Patch, amid the roars of the company; "the whole is a mere fable--an invention.His grace has no such treasure.The truth is, Will Sommers got drunk upon some choice Malmsey, and then dreamed he had been broaching casks of gold.""It is no fable, as you and your master will find when the king comes to sift the matter," replied Will."This will be a richer result to him than was ever produced by your alchemical experiments, good Signor Domingo Lamelyn.""It is false!--I say false!" screamed Patch." let the cellars be searched, and I will stake my head nothing is found.""Stake thy cap, and there may be some meaning in it," said Will, plucking Patch's cap from his head and elevating it on his truncheon.
"Here is an emblem of the Cardinal of York," he cried, pointing to it.
A roar of laughter from the company followed this sally, and Hob and Nob looked up in placid wonderment.
"I shall die with laughing," cried Simon Quanden, holding his fat sides, and addressing his spouse, who was leaning upon his shoulder.
In the meantime Patch sprang to his feet, and, gesticulating with rage and fury, cried, "Thou hast done well to steal my cap and bells, for they belong of right to thee.Add my folly to thy own, and thou wilt be a fitting servant to thy master; or e'en give him the cap, and then there will be a pair of ye.""Who is the fool now, I should like to know?" rejoined Will Sommers gravely."I call you all to witness that he has spoken treason."While this was passing Shoreditch had advanced with a flagon of Malmsey to Mabel, but she was so interested in the quarrel between the two jesters that she heeded him not; neither did she attend to Nicholas Clamp, who was trying to explain to her what was going forward.But just as Patch's indiscreet speech was uttered an usher entered the kitchen and announced the approach of the king.
V.Of the Combat between Will Sommers and Patch--And how it terminated.
Mabel's heart fluttered violently at the usher's announcement, and for a moment the colour deserted her cheek, while the next instant she was covered with blushes.As to poor Patch, feeling that his indiscretion might place him in great jeopardy and seriously affect his master, to whom he was devotedly attached, he cast a piteous and imploring look at his antagonist, but was answered only by a derisive laugh, coupled with an expressive gesture to intimate that a halter would be his fate.
Fearful that mischief might ensue, the good-natured Simon Quanden got out of his chair and earnestly besought Will not to carry matters too far; but the jester remained implacable.
