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"Avaunt!" quoth the mechanic, gruffly, and shaking off the seductive arm of the tymbestere "avaunt! I have neither liefe nor halfpence for thee and thine. Out on thee! a child of thy years! a rope's end to thy back were a friend's best kindness!" The girl's eyes sparkled, she instinctively put her hand to her knife; then turning to a soldier by her side, she said, "Hear you that, and sit still?"
But as Sibyll started from her father's arms, when she heard the departing hoofs of her lover's steed, to listen and to listen for the last sound that told of him, a terrible apparition, ever ominous of woe and horror, met her eye. On the other side of the orchard fence, which concealed her figure, but not her well-known face, which peered above, stood the tymbestere, Graul.
Ha, ha! Master, thou shalt present me then to the Sabbat. Graul has the mettle for a bonny witch!" The tymbestere vanished with a laugh.
"Avaunt!" quoth the mechanic, gruffly, and shaking off the seductive arm of the tymbestere "avaunt! I have neither liefe nor halfpence for thee and thine. Out on thee! a child of thy years! a rope's end to thy back were a friend's best kindness!" The girl's eyes sparkled, she instinctively put her hand to her knife; then turning to a soldier by her side, she said, "Hear you that, and sit still?"
"They are but dancing, poor girls, round the wicked wizard whom Friar Bungey caused to be strangled, and his witch daughter." A chill foreboding seized upon Alwyn: he darted forward, scattering peasant and tymbestere with his yet bloody sword. His feet stumbled against some broken fragments; it was the poor Eureka, shattered, at last, for the sake of the diamond!
They could interchange the anecdotes each picked up in their different lines. The tymbestere could thus learn the secrets of gentle and courtier, the conjuror those of the artisan and mechanic. Unconscious of the formidable dispositions of their neighbours, Sibyll and Warner were inhaling the sweet air of the early spring in their little garden.
But as Sibyll started from her father's arms, when she heard the departing hoofs of her lover's steed, to listen and to listen for the last sound that told of him, a terrible apparition, ever ominous of woe and horror, met her eye. On the other side of the orchard fence, which concealed her figure, but not her well-known face, which peered above, stood the tymbestere, Graul.
Poor gentlefolks, they must be unked dull, yonder!" "If the Yorkists come hither, which we shall soon know by the scouts, we must shift Sir John and the damsel to the back of the house, over thy tap-room." "Manage it as thou wilt, Meg; but thou seest they keep quiet and snug. Ho, ho, ho! that tall tymbestere is supple enough to make an owl hold his sides with laughing.
Afar they heard the tramping of feet; suddenly, a dark red light shot up into the blue air, a light from the flame of many torches. "The wizard, the wizard! Death to the wizard, who would starve the poor!" yelled forth, and was echoed by a stern hurrah. Adam stood motionless, Sibyll by his side. "The wizard and his daughter!" shrieked a sharp single voice, the voice of Graul the tymbestere.
They could interchange the anecdotes each picked up in their different lines. The tymbestere could thus learn the secrets of gentle and courtier, the conjuror those of the artisan and mechanic. Unconscious of the formidable dispositions of their neighbours, Sibyll and Warner were inhaling the sweet air of the early spring in their little garden.
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