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<h2> CHAPTER VII </h2>
<p>Knights, with a long retinue of their squires,<br/>
In gaudy liveries march and quaint attires;<br/>
One laced the helm, another held the lance,<br/>
A third the shining buckler did advance.<br/>
The courser paw'd the ground with restless feet,<br/>
And snorting foam'd and champ'd the golden bit.<br/>
The smiths and armourers on palfreys ride,<br/>
Files in their hands, and hammers at their side;<br/>
And nails for loosen'd spears, and thongs for shields provide.<br/>
The yeomen guard the streets in seemly bands;<br/>
And clowns come crowding on, with cudgels in their hands.<br/>
—Palamon and Arcite<br/></p>
<p>The condition of the English nation was at this time sufficiently
miserable. King Richard was absent a prisoner, and in the power of the
perfidious and cruel Duke of Austria. Even the very place of his captivity
was uncertain, and his fate but very imperfectly known to the generality
of his subjects, who were, in the meantime, a prey to every species of
subaltern oppression.</p>
<p>Prince John, in league with Philip of France, Coeur-de-Lion's mortal
enemy, was using every species of influence with the Duke of Austria, to
prolong the captivity of his brother Richard, to whom he stood indebted
for so many favours. In the meantime, he was strengthening his own faction
in the kingdom, of which he proposed to dispute the succession, in case of
the King's death, with the legitimate heir, Arthur Duke of Brittany, son
of Geoffrey Plantagenet, the elder brother of John. This usurpation, it is
well known, he afterwards effected. His own character being light,
profligate, and perfidious, John easily attached to his person and
faction, not only all who had reason to dread the resentment of Richard
for criminal proceedings during his absence, but also the numerous class
of "lawless resolutes," whom the crusades had turned back on their
country, accomplished in the vices of the East, impoverished in substance,
and hardened in character, and who placed their hopes of harvest in civil
commotion. To these causes of public distress and apprehension, must be
added, the multitude of outlaws, who, driven to despair by the oppression
of the feudal nobility, and the severe exercise of the forest laws, banded
together in large gangs, and, keeping possession of the forests and the
wastes, set at defiance the justice and magistracy of the country. The
nobles themselves, each fortified within his own castle, and playing the
petty sovereign over his own dominions, were the leaders of bands scarce
less lawless and oppressive than those of the avowed depredators. To
maintain these retainers, and to support the extravagance and magnificence
which their pride induced them to affect, the nobility borrowed sums of
money from the Jews at the most usurious interest, which gnawed into their
estates like consuming cankers, scarce to be cured unless when
circumstances gave them an opportunity of getting free, by exercising upon
their creditors some act of unprincipled violence.</p>
<p>Under the various burdens imposed by this unhappy state of affairs, the
people of England suffered deeply for the present, and had yet more
dreadful cause to fear for the future. To augment their misery, a
contagious disorder of a dangerous nature spread through the land; and,
rendered more virulent by the uncleanness, the indifferent food, and the
wretched lodging of the lower classes, swept off many whose fate the
survivors were tempted to envy, as exempting them from the evils which
were to come.</p>
<p>Yet amid these accumulated distresses, the poor as well as the rich, the
vulgar as well as the noble, in the event of a tournament, which was the
grand spectacle of that age, felt as much interested as the half-starved
citizen of Madrid, who has not a real left to buy provisions for his
family, feels in the issue of a bull-feast. Neither duty nor infirmity
could keep youth or age from such exhibitions. The Passage of Arms, as it
was called, which was to take place at Ashby, in the county of Leicester,
as champions of the first renown were to take the field in the presence of
Prince John himself, who was expected to grace the lists, had attracted
universal attention, and an immense confluence of persons of all ranks
hastened upon the appointed morning to the place of combat.</p>
<p>The scene was singularly romantic. On the verge of a wood, which
approached to within a mile of the town of Ashby, was an extensive meadow,
of the finest and most beautiful green turf, surrounded on one side by the
forest, and fringed on the other by straggling oak-trees, some of which
had grown to an immense size. The ground, as if fashioned on purpose for
the martial display which was intended, sloped gradually down on all sides
to a level bottom, which was enclosed for the lists with strong palisades,
forming a space of a quarter of a mile in length, and about half as broad.
The form of the enclosure was an oblong square, save that the corners were
considerably rounded off, in order to afford more convenience for the
spectators. The openings for the entry of the combatants were at the
northern and southern extremities of the lists, accessible by strong
wooden gates, each wide enough to admit two horsemen riding abreast. At
each of these portals were stationed two heralds, attended by six
trumpets, as many pursuivants, and a strong body of men-at-arms for
maintaining order, and ascertaining the quality of the knights who
proposed to engage in this martial game.</p>
<p>On a platform beyond the southern entrance, formed by a natural elevation
of the ground, were pitched five magnificent pavilions, adorned with
pennons of russet and black, the chosen colours of the five knights
challengers. The cords of the tents were of the same colour. Before each
pavilion was suspended the shield of the knight by whom it was occupied,
and beside it stood his squire, quaintly disguised as a salvage or silvan
man, or in some other fantastic dress, according to the taste of his
master, and the character he was pleased to assume during the game. <SPAN href="#linknote-16" name="linknoteref-16" id="linknoteref-16"><small>16</small></SPAN></p>
<p>The central pavilion, as the place of honour, had been assigned to Brian
be Bois-Guilbert, whose renown in all games of chivalry, no less than his
connexions with the knights who had undertaken this Passage of Arms, had
occasioned him to be eagerly received into the company of the challengers,
and even adopted as their chief and leader, though he had so recently
joined them. On one side of his tent were pitched those of Reginald
Front-de-Boeuf and Richard de Malvoisin, and on the other was the pavilion
of Hugh de Grantmesnil, a noble baron in the vicinity, whose ancestor had
been Lord High Steward of England in the time of the Conqueror, and his
son William Rufus. Ralph de Vipont, a knight of St John of Jerusalem, who
had some ancient possessions at a place called Heather, near
Ashby-de-la-Zouche, occupied the fifth pavilion. From the entrance into
the lists, a gently sloping passage, ten yards in breadth, led up to the
platform on which the tents were pitched. It was strongly secured by a
palisade on each side, as was the esplanade in front of the pavilions, and
the whole was guarded by men-at-arms.</p>
<p>The northern access to the lists terminated in a similar entrance of
thirty feet in breadth, at the extremity of which was a large enclosed
space for such knights as might be disposed to enter the lists with the
challengers, behind which were placed tents containing refreshments of
every kind for their accommodation, with armourers, tarriers, and other
attendants, in readiness to give their services wherever they might be
necessary.</p>
<p>The exterior of the lists was in part occupied by temporary galleries,
spread with tapestry and carpets, and accommodated with cushions for the
convenience of those ladies and nobles who were expected to attend the
tournament. A narrow space, betwixt these galleries and the lists, gave
accommodation for yeomanry and spectators of a better degree than the mere
vulgar, and might be compared to the pit of a theatre. The promiscuous
multitude arranged themselves upon large banks of turf prepared for the
purpose, which, aided by the natural elevation of the ground, enabled them
to overlook the galleries, and obtain a fair view into the lists. Besides
the accommodation which these stations afforded, many hundreds had perched
themselves on the branches of the trees which surrounded the meadow; and
even the steeple of a country church, at some distance, was crowded with
spectators.</p>
<p>It only remains to notice respecting the general arrangement, that one
gallery in the very centre of the eastern side of the lists, and
consequently exactly opposite to the spot where the shock of the combat
was to take place, was raised higher than the others, more richly
decorated, and graced by a sort of throne and canopy, on which the royal
arms were emblazoned. Squires, pages, and yeomen in rich liveries, waited
around this place of honour, which was designed for Prince John and his
attendants. Opposite to this royal gallery was another, elevated to the
same height, on the western side of the lists; and more gaily, if less
sumptuously decorated, than that destined for the Prince himself. A train
of pages and of young maidens, the most beautiful who could be selected,
gaily dressed in fancy habits of green and pink, surrounded a throne
decorated in the same colours. Among pennons and flags bearing wounded
hearts, burning hearts, bleeding hearts, bows and quivers, and all the
commonplace emblems of the triumphs of Cupid, a blazoned inscription
informed the spectators, that this seat of honour was designed for "La
Royne de las Beaulte et des Amours". But who was to represent the Queen of
Beauty and of Love on the present occasion no one was prepared to guess.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, spectators of every description thronged forward to occupy
their respective stations, and not without many quarrels concerning those
which they were entitled to hold. Some of these were settled by the
men-at-arms with brief ceremony; the shafts of their battle-axes, and
pummels of their swords, being readily employed as arguments to convince
the more refractory. Others, which involved the rival claims of more
elevated persons, were determined by the heralds, or by the two marshals
of the field, William de Wyvil, and Stephen de Martival, who, armed at all
points, rode up and down the lists to enforce and preserve good order
among the spectators.</p>
<p>Gradually the galleries became filled with knights and nobles, in their
robes of peace, whose long and rich-tinted mantles were contrasted with
the gayer and more splendid habits of the ladies, who, in a greater
proportion than even the men themselves, thronged to witness a sport,
which one would have thought too bloody and dangerous to afford their sex
much pleasure. The lower and interior space was soon filled by substantial
yeomen and burghers, and such of the lesser gentry, as, from modesty,
poverty, or dubious title, durst not assume any higher place. It was of
course amongst these that the most frequent disputes for precedence
occurred.</p>
<p>"Dog of an unbeliever," said an old man, whose threadbare tunic bore
witness to his poverty, as his sword, and dagger, and golden chain
intimated his pretensions to rank,—"whelp of a she-wolf! darest thou
press upon a Christian, and a Norman gentleman of the blood of
Montdidier?"</p>
<p>This rough expostulation was addressed to no other than our acquaintance
Isaac, who, richly and even magnificently dressed in a gaberdine
ornamented with lace and lined with fur, was endeavouring to make place in
the foremost row beneath the gallery for his daughter, the beautiful
Rebecca, who had joined him at Ashby, and who was now hanging on her
father's arm, not a little terrified by the popular displeasure which
seemed generally excited by her parent's presumption. But Isaac, though we
have seen him sufficiently timid on other occasions, knew well that at
present he had nothing to fear. It was not in places of general resort, or
where their equals were assembled, that any avaricious or malevolent noble
durst offer him injury. At such meetings the Jews were under the
protection of the general law; and if that proved a weak assurance, it
usually happened that there were among the persons assembled some barons,
who, for their own interested motives, were ready to act as their
protectors. On the present occasion, Isaac felt more than usually
confident, being aware that Prince John was even then in the very act of
negotiating a large loan from the Jews of York, to be secured upon certain
jewels and lands. Isaac's own share in this transaction was considerable,
and he well knew that the Prince's eager desire to bring it to a
conclusion would ensure him his protection in the dilemma in which he
stood.</p>
<p>Emboldened by these considerations, the Jew pursued his point, and jostled
the Norman Christian, without respect either to his descent, quality, or
religion. The complaints of the old man, however, excited the indignation
of the bystanders. One of these, a stout well-set yeoman, arrayed in
Lincoln green, having twelve arrows stuck in his belt, with a baldric and
badge of silver, and a bow of six feet length in his hand, turned short
round, and while his countenance, which his constant exposure to weather
had rendered brown as a hazel nut, grew darker with anger, he advised the
Jew to remember that all the wealth he had acquired by sucking the blood
of his miserable victims had but swelled him like a bloated spider, which
might be overlooked while he kept in a comer, but would be crushed if it
ventured into the light. This intimation, delivered in Norman-English with
a firm voice and a stern aspect, made the Jew shrink back; and he would
have probably withdrawn himself altogether from a vicinity so dangerous,
had not the attention of every one been called to the sudden entrance of
Prince John, who at that moment entered the lists, attended by a numerous
and gay train, consisting partly of laymen, partly of churchmen, as light
in their dress, and as gay in their demeanour, as their companions. Among
the latter was the Prior of Jorvaulx, in the most gallant trim which a
dignitary of the church could venture to exhibit. Fur and gold were not
spared in his garments; and the points of his boots, out-heroding the
preposterous fashion of the time, turned up so very far, as to be
attached, not to his knees merely, but to his very girdle, and effectually
prevented him from putting his foot into the stirrup. This, however, was a
slight inconvenience to the gallant Abbot, who, perhaps, even rejoicing in
the opportunity to display his accomplished horsemanship before so many
spectators, especially of the fair sex, dispensed with the use of these
supports to a timid rider. The rest of Prince John's retinue consisted of
the favourite leaders of his mercenary troops, some marauding barons and
profligate attendants upon the court, with several Knights Templars and
Knights of St John.</p>
<p>It may be here remarked, that the knights of these two orders were
accounted hostile to King Richard, having adopted the side of Philip of
France in the long train of disputes which took place in Palestine betwixt
that monarch and the lion-hearted King of England. It was the well-known
consequence of this discord that Richard's repeated victories had been
rendered fruitless, his romantic attempts to besiege Jerusalem
disappointed, and the fruit of all the glory which he had acquired had
dwindled into an uncertain truce with the Sultan Saladin. With the same
policy which had dictated the conduct of their brethren in the Holy Land,
the Templars and Hospitallers in England and Normandy attached themselves
to the faction of Prince John, having little reason to desire the return
of Richard to England, or the succession of Arthur, his legitimate heir.
For the opposite reason, Prince John hated and contemned the few Saxon
families of consequence which subsisted in England, and omitted no
opportunity of mortifying and affronting them; being conscious that his
person and pretensions were disliked by them, as well as by the greater
part of the English commons, who feared farther innovation upon their
rights and liberties, from a sovereign of John's licentious and tyrannical
disposition.</p>
<p>Attended by this gallant equipage, himself well mounted, and splendidly
dressed in crimson and in gold, bearing upon his hand a falcon, and having
his head covered by a rich fur bonnet, adorned with a circle of precious
stones, from which his long curled hair escaped and overspread his
shoulders, Prince John, upon a grey and high-mettled palfrey, caracoled
within the lists at the head of his jovial party, laughing loud with his
train, and eyeing with all the boldness of royal criticism the beauties
who adorned the lofty galleries.</p>
<p>Those who remarked in the physiognomy of the Prince a dissolute audacity,
mingled with extreme haughtiness and indifference to the feelings of
others could not yet deny to his countenance that sort of comeliness which
belongs to an open set of features, well formed by nature, modelled by art
to the usual rules of courtesy, yet so far frank and honest, that they
seemed as if they disclaimed to conceal the natural workings of the soul.
Such an expression is often mistaken for manly frankness, when in truth it
arises from the reckless indifference of a libertine disposition,
conscious of superiority of birth, of wealth, or of some other
adventitious advantage, totally unconnected with personal merit. To those
who did not think so deeply, and they were the greater number by a hundred
to one, the splendour of Prince John's "rheno", (i.e. fur tippet,) the
richness of his cloak, lined with the most costly sables, his maroquin
boots and golden spurs, together with the grace with which he managed his
palfrey, were sufficient to merit clamorous applause.</p>
<p>In his joyous caracole round the lists, the attention of the Prince was
called by the commotion, not yet subsided, which had attended the
ambitious movement of Isaac towards the higher places of the assembly. The
quick eye of Prince John instantly recognised the Jew, but was much more
agreeably attracted by the beautiful daughter of Zion, who, terrified by
the tumult, clung close to the arm of her aged father.</p>
<p>The figure of Rebecca might indeed have compared with the proudest
beauties of England, even though it had been judged by as shrewd a
connoisseur as Prince John. Her form was exquisitely symmetrical, and was
shown to advantage by a sort of Eastern dress, which she wore according to
the fashion of the females of her nation. Her turban of yellow silk suited
well with the darkness of her complexion. The brilliancy of her eyes, the
superb arch of her eyebrows, her well-formed aquiline nose, her teeth as
white as pearl, and the profusion of her sable tresses, which, each
arranged in its own little spiral of twisted curls, fell down upon as much
of a lovely neck and bosom as a simarre of the richest Persian silk,
exhibiting flowers in their natural colours embossed upon a purple ground,
permitted to be visible—all these constituted a combination of
loveliness, which yielded not to the most beautiful of the maidens who
surrounded her. It is true, that of the golden and pearl-studded clasps,
which closed her vest from the throat to the waist, the three uppermost
were left unfastened on account of the heat, which something enlarged the
prospect to which we allude. A diamond necklace, with pendants of
inestimable value, were by this means also made more conspicuous. The
feather of an ostrich, fastened in her turban by an agraffe set with
brilliants, was another distinction of the beautiful Jewess, scoffed and
sneered at by the proud dames who sat above her, but secretly envied by
those who affected to deride them.</p>
<p>"By the bald scalp of Abraham," said Prince John, "yonder Jewess must be
the very model of that perfection, whose charms drove frantic the wisest
king that ever lived! What sayest thou, Prior Aymer?—By the Temple
of that wise king, which our wiser brother Richard proved unable to
recover, she is the very Bride of the Canticles!"</p>
<p>"The Rose of Sharon and the Lily of the Valley,"—answered the Prior,
in a sort of snuffling tone; "but your Grace must remember she is still
but a Jewess."</p>
<p>"Ay!" added Prince John, without heeding him, "and there is my Mammon of
unrighteousness too—the Marquis of Marks, the Baron of Byzants,
contesting for place with penniless dogs, whose threadbare cloaks have not
a single cross in their pouches to keep the devil from dancing there. By
the body of St Mark, my prince of supplies, with his lovely Jewess, shall
have a place in the gallery!—What is she, Isaac? Thy wife or thy
daughter, that Eastern houri that thou lockest under thy arm as thou
wouldst thy treasure-casket?"</p>
<p>"My daughter Rebecca, so please your Grace," answered Isaac, with a low
congee, nothing embarrassed by the Prince's salutation, in which, however,
there was at least as much mockery as courtesy.</p>
<p>"The wiser man thou," said John, with a peal of laughter, in which his gay
followers obsequiously joined. "But, daughter or wife, she should be
preferred according to her beauty and thy merits.—Who sits above
there?" he continued, bending his eye on the gallery. "Saxon churls,
lolling at their lazy length!—out upon them!—let them sit
close, and make room for my prince of usurers and his lovely daughter.
I'll make the hinds know they must share the high places of the synagogue
with those whom the synagogue properly belongs to."</p>
<p>Those who occupied the gallery to whom this injurious and unpolite speech
was addressed, were the family of Cedric the Saxon, with that of his ally
and kinsman, Athelstane of Coningsburgh, a personage, who, on account of
his descent from the last Saxon monarchs of England, was held in the
highest respect by all the Saxon natives of the north of England. But with
the blood of this ancient royal race, many of their infirmities had
descended to Athelstane. He was comely in countenance, bulky and strong in
person, and in the flower of his age—yet inanimate in expression,
dull-eyed, heavy-browed, inactive and sluggish in all his motions, and so
slow in resolution, that the soubriquet of one of his ancestors was
conferred upon him, and he was very generally called Athelstane the
Unready. His friends, and he had many, who, as well as Cedric, were
passionately attached to him, contended that this sluggish temper arose
not from want of courage, but from mere want of decision; others alleged
that his hereditary vice of drunkenness had obscured his faculties, never
of a very acute order, and that the passive courage and meek good-nature
which remained behind, were merely the dregs of a character that might
have been deserving of praise, but of which all the valuable parts had
flown off in the progress of a long course of brutal debauchery.</p>
<p>It was to this person, such as we have described him, that the Prince
addressed his imperious command to make place for Isaac and Rebecca.
Athelstane, utterly confounded at an order which the manners and feelings
of the times rendered so injuriously insulting, unwilling to obey, yet
undetermined how to resist, opposed only the "vis inertiae" to the will of
John; and, without stirring or making any motion whatever of obedience,
opened his large grey eyes, and stared at the Prince with an astonishment
which had in it something extremely ludicrous. But the impatient John
regarded it in no such light.</p>
<p>"The Saxon porker," he said, "is either asleep or minds me not—Prick
him with your lance, De Bracy," speaking to a knight who rode near him,
the leader of a band of Free Companions, or Condottieri; that is, of
mercenaries belonging to no particular nation, but attached for the time
to any prince by whom they were paid. There was a murmur even among the
attendants of Prince John; but De Bracy, whose profession freed him from
all scruples, extended his long lance over the space which separated the
gallery from the lists, and would have executed the commands of the Prince
before Athelstane the Unready had recovered presence of mind sufficient
even to draw back his person from the weapon, had not Cedric, as prompt as
his companion was tardy, unsheathed, with the speed of lightning, the
short sword which he wore, and at a single blow severed the point of the
lance from the handle. The blood rushed into the countenance of Prince
John. He swore one of his deepest oaths, and was about to utter some
threat corresponding in violence, when he was diverted from his purpose,
partly by his own attendants, who gathered around him conjuring him to be
patient, partly by a general exclamation of the crowd, uttered in loud
applause of the spirited conduct of Cedric. The Prince rolled his eyes in
indignation, as if to collect some safe and easy victim; and chancing to
encounter the firm glance of the same archer whom we have already noticed,
and who seemed to persist in his gesture of applause, in spite of the
frowning aspect which the Prince bent upon him, he demanded his reason for
clamouring thus.</p>
<p>"I always add my hollo," said the yeoman, "when I see a good shot, or a
gallant blow."</p>
<p>"Sayst thou?" answered the Prince; "then thou canst hit the white thyself,
I'll warrant."</p>
<p>"A woodsman's mark, and at woodsman's distance, I can hit," answered the
yeoman.</p>
<p>"And Wat Tyrrel's mark, at a hundred yards," said a voice from behind, but
by whom uttered could not be discerned.</p>
<p>This allusion to the fate of William Rufus, his Relative, at once incensed
and alarmed Prince John. He satisfied himself, however, with commanding
the men-at-arms, who surrounded the lists, to keep an eye on the braggart,
pointing to the yeoman.</p>
<p>"By St Grizzel," he added, "we will try his own skill, who is so ready to
give his voice to the feats of others!"</p>
<p>"I shall not fly the trial," said the yeoman, with the composure which
marked his whole deportment.</p>
<p>"Meanwhile, stand up, ye Saxon churls," said the fiery Prince; "for, by
the light of Heaven, since I have said it, the Jew shall have his seat
amongst ye!"</p>
<p>"By no means, an it please your Grace!—it is not fit for such as we
to sit with the rulers of the land," said the Jew; whose ambition for
precedence though it had led him to dispute Place with the extenuated and
impoverished descendant of the line of Montdidier, by no means stimulated
him to an intrusion upon the privileges of the wealthy Saxons.</p>
<p>"Up, infidel dog when I command you," said Prince John, "or I will have
thy swarthy hide stript off, and tanned for horse-furniture."</p>
<p>Thus urged, the Jew began to ascend the steep and narrow steps which led
up to the gallery.</p>
<p>"Let me see," said the Prince, "who dare stop him," fixing his eye on
Cedric, whose attitude intimated his intention to hurl the Jew down
headlong.</p>
<p>The catastrophe was prevented by the clown Wamba, who, springing betwixt
his master and Isaac, and exclaiming, in answer to the Prince's defiance,
"Marry, that will I!" opposed to the beard of the Jew a shield of brawn,
which he plucked from beneath his cloak, and with which, doubtless, he had
furnished himself, lest the tournament should have proved longer than his
appetite could endure abstinence. Finding the abomination of his tribe
opposed to his very nose, while the Jester, at the same time, flourished
his wooden sword above his head, the Jew recoiled, missed his footing, and
rolled down the steps,—an excellent jest to the spectators, who set
up a loud laughter, in which Prince John and his attendants heartily
joined.</p>
<p>"Deal me the prize, cousin Prince," said Wamba; "I have vanquished my foe
in fair fight with sword and shield," he added, brandishing the brawn in
one hand and the wooden sword in the other.</p>
<p>"Who, and what art thou, noble champion?" said Prince John, still
laughing.</p>
<p>"A fool by right of descent," answered the Jester; "I am Wamba, the son of
Witless, who was the son of Weatherbrain, who was the son of an Alderman."</p>
<p>"Make room for the Jew in front of the lower ring," said Prince John, not
unwilling perhaps to, seize an apology to desist from his original
purpose; "to place the vanquished beside the victor were false heraldry."</p>
<p>"Knave upon fool were worse," answered the Jester, "and Jew upon bacon
worst of all."</p>
<p>"Gramercy! good fellow," cried Prince John, "thou pleasest me—Here,
Isaac, lend me a handful of byzants."</p>
<p>As the Jew, stunned by the request, afraid to refuse, and unwilling to
comply, fumbled in the furred bag which hung by his girdle, and was
perhaps endeavouring to ascertain how few coins might pass for a handful,
the Prince stooped from his jennet and settled Isaac's doubts by snatching
the pouch itself from his side; and flinging to Wamba a couple of the gold
pieces which it contained, he pursued his career round the lists, leaving
the Jew to the derision of those around him, and himself receiving as much
applause from the spectators as if he had done some honest and honourable
action.</p>
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