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"Let me give a health, my masters!" cried a tall archer, whom no one had hitherto noticed, rising in one corner of the room. "It is The headsman of Calais, and may he do his work featly tomorrow!" "Ha! ha! ha! a good toast!" cried Hector Cutbeard. "Seize him who has proposed it!" cried the king, rising; "it is Herne the Hunter!" "I laugh at your threats here as elsewhere, Harry," cried Herne.
Morose flees for his life, and is found perched like a monkey on a crossbeam in the attic, with all his nightcaps tied over his ears. He seeks a divorce, but is driven frantic by the loud arguments of a lawyer and a divine, who are no other than Cutbeard and a sea captain disguised.
"Why, I have said nothing treasonable, I hope?" rejoined Cutbeard, turning pale; "I only wish the king to be happy in his own way. And as he seems to delight in change of wives, I pray that he may have it to his heart's content." "A fair explanation," replied Henry, laughing.
"The damsel is not so comely as I expected to find her," observed Amice Lovekyn, one of the serving-women, to Hector Cutbeard, the clerk of the kitchen. "Why, if you come to that, she is not to be compared to you, pretty Amice," said Cutbeard, who was a red-nosed, red-faced fellow, with a twinkling merry eye. "Nay, I meant not that," replied Amice, retreating.
In the fifth act Morose, who has married a Silent Woman and discovered her tongue after marriage, is played upon by the introduction of Otter, disguised as a Divine, and Cutbeard, as a Canon Lawyer, to explain to him 'for how many causes a man may have 'divortium legitimum', a lawful divorce.
"You do right to say 'if you could," rejoined Paddington. "The beheading of a wife is a royal privilege, and cannot be enjoyed by a subject." "Marry, I wonder how the king could prefer Mistress Jane Seymour, for my part!" said Hector Cutbeard. "To my thinking she is not to be compared with Queen Anne." "She has a lovely blue eye, and a figure as straight as an arrow," returned Shoreditch.
And as he uttered the words, he quitted the kitchen. "Who is that archer?" demanded Cutbeard, looking after him. But no one could answer the question, nor could any one tell when he had entered the kitchen. "Strange!" exclaimed Simon Quanden, crossing himself. "Have you ever seen him before, Mabel?" "I almost think I have," she replied, with a slight shudder.
"But I may be prejudiced." "Not in the least, friend," said Cutbeard. "You but partake of your royal master's humour. Jane Seymour is beautiful, no doubt, and so was Anne Boleyn. Marry! we shall see many fair queens on the throne. The royal Henry has good taste and good management. He sets his subjects a rare example, and shows them how to get rid of troublesome wives.
"Nearly a century and a half ago," commenced Cutbeard, about the middle of the reign of Richard the Second, there was among the keepers of the forest a young man named Herne. He was expert beyond his fellows in all matters of woodcraft, and consequently in great favour with the king, who was himself devoted to the chase.
The conversation then turned upon Herne the Hunter; and as all had heard more or less about him, and some had seen him, while few knew the legend connected with him, Hector Cutbeard volunteered to relate it; upon which all the party gathered closer together, and Mabel and Deborah left off talking, and drew near to listen. The Legend of Herne the Hunter.
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