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Besides his Songs, little panegyrical Poems and Sonnets, he wrote two Satires against Nell Gwyn, one of the King's mistresses, though there is no account how a quarrel happened between them; the one is called Madam Nelly's Complaint, beginning, If Sylla's ghost made bloody Cat'line start. The other is called the Lady of Pleasure, with; its Argument at the Head of it, whereof the first line is,
"I am not questioning your husband's act," said Viola, stubbornly. "I am questioning my FATHER'S act." Mrs. Gwyn started. For a second or two her eyes wavered and then fell. One corner of her mouth worked curiously. Then, without a word, she turned away from the girl and left the room.
Viola frowned dubiously. "It is all very well for you to take that attitude, mother. But I am not in the same position. He is my half-brother. It is going to be very awkward. He is nothing to you, and people will understand if you ignore him, but it it isn't quite the same with me. Can't you see?" "Certainly," admitted Mrs. Gwyn without hesitation. "You and he have a perfect right to be friendly.
And this was the peace that was made: that the maiden should remain in her father's house, without advantage to either of them, and that Gwyn ap Nudd and Gwythyr the son of Greidawl should fight for her every first of May, from thenceforth until the day of doom, and that whichever of them should then be conqueror should have the maiden.
He spoke with such deep feeling and yet so simply that her heart was touched. A wistful look came into her eyes. "I am still bewildered by it all, Kenny," she said. "In the wink of an eye, everything is altered. I am not Viola Gwyn. I am Minda Carter. I am not your half-sister. You seem suddenly to have gone very far away from me.
'I'll tell you what you shall do, roared the brutal wretch who sat on the bench, 'ask mercy of them that can give it that is, of God and the king. The prisoner said, 'I humbly beseech you to intercede with his majesty for mercy. 'Tie him up, executioner, cried the judge; 'I speak it from my soul: I think we have the greatest happiness in the world in enjoying what we do under so good and gracious a king; yet you, Gwyn, in the rancor of your heart, thus to abuse him, deserve no mercy. In a similar strain he continued for several minutes, and then passed upon the prisoner the following sentence: He was to be drawn to the place of execution upon a hurdle, and there hanged by the neck.
He was faced by a most unexpected and staggering situation. To denounce Rachel Carter would be to deliberately strike a cruel, devastating blow at the happiness and peace of an innocent person, Viola Gwyn, his own half-sister. A word from him, and that lovely girl, serene in her beliefs, would be crushed for life.
Show me the one you love more than the other, and I will consent." Now the two maidens were so beautiful, yet so exactly alike, that Gwyn could not note any difference. As he looked, he began to wonder whether it had been a different lady, in each case, that rose out of the water. He looked beyond the old man, to see if there were a third lady. When he saw none more, he became more distracted.
"No, suh, hit ain' Mrs. Gwyn. Hit's Miss Violy. 'Pears lak she comin' over here, suh. Leastwise she come out'n de gate kind o' fast-like, gotten a shawl wrap aroun' " Kenneth waited for no more. He dashed from the house and down to the fence, where stood Viola, pulling at the swollen, water-soaked gate peg. She was bareheaded, her brown hair hanging down her back in long, thick braids.
I heared Violy say, plain as day, 'I don't keer what you say, mother, he swore to me he never plays except fer fun. An' Rachel Gwyn, she sez, 'There ain't no setch thing as playin' fer fun in that place, so don't talk foolish. That's all I heared 'em say, an' they ain't spoke a word sence." "Come along, Stain," said Kenneth, starting forward.
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