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"That passes your eloquence, Fitzurse," replied the Knight. "Why, good Sir Maurice," rejoined the wily politician, "start not aside like a scared steed, without, at least, considering the object of your terror. This Richard but a day since, and it would have been thy dearest wish to have met him hand to hand in the ranks of battle a hundred times I have heard thee wish it."
Before the evening was over, Bruce, in the opinion of all present, including Fitzurse himself, had fairly won his bet. "I shan't mind p-p-paying a bit," said the excellent young nobleman; "it's been such r-r-rare f-f-fun." Rare fun indeed! The miserable Hazlet, swilled with unwonted draughts, lay brutally comatose in a chair.
"I am too old, Maurice, and I have a daughter," answered Waldemar. "Give her to me, Fitzurse, and I will maintain her as fits her rank, with the help of lance and stirrup," said De Bracy. "Not so," answered Fitzurse; "I will take sanctuary in this church of Saint Peter the Archbishop is my sworn brother."
Instantly swinging round, he gave Lord Fitzurse a butt with his elbow, which sent his lordship tottering into the ditch on the other side, and while his wrath was still blazing, received in one eye a blow from Brogten's strong fist, which for an instant made him reel. But it was only for an instant, and then he repaid Brogten with a cuff which felled him to the ground. Brogten was mad with fury.
"Yes," said Hazlet, "I am inclined to think so. I should like to see a theatre, I confess." He had let slip unintentionally the implied admission that he had never been to a theatre; but when Fitzurse asked in astonishment, "What, have you never been to a theatre?" he merely replied, "Well, I can hardly say I have; at least not for a long time."
There are also many German and French representations of the subject; the murderers, in the more ancient ones, carefully distinguished by their shields: Morville, fretty fleur-de-lis; Tracy, two bars gules; Brito, three bears, heads muzzled; Fitzurse, three bears passant. In Henry III.'s reign a new shrine was built at Canterbury, and the Archbishop's relics were thither translated.
"Flattered to be the butt for the insolence of puppyism and every fool who is coarse enough to insult them publicly." "Who the d-d-d-deuce are you?" said Lord Fitzurse, "for you're coming it r-r-rather strong." "Who is he?" said Lillyston, breaking in, "your equal, sir, in birth, as he is your superior in intellect, and in every moral quality.
"This is no time for it at least," said Fitzurse "the approaching crisis renders the favour of the multitude indispensable, and Prince John cannot refuse justice to any one who injures their favourites." "Let him grant it, if he dare," said De Bracy; "he will soon see the difference betwixt the support of such a lusty lot of spears as mine, and that of a heartless mob of Saxon churls.
Whatever we may think of the methods employed by these warriors Fitzurse, de Moreville, de Tracy, and le Bret were their names we must at least concede that they were gifted with undaunted courage.
"Oh, that's for the sizars," tittered the feeble-minded Boodle, who tittered at everything. "S-s-sizars!" stammered Lord Fitzurse. "What's that mean? Are they v-v-very big f-f-fellows?" "Ha! ha! ha!" said Bruce. "No; they're sons of gyps and that kind of thing, who feed on the semese fragments of the high table." "They must be g-g-ghouls!" said his lordship, shudderingly.
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