Philip Augustus: or, the brothers in arms. The works / Rev. ... by the author. Vol. v.

  • George Payne Rainsford James
Date:
1845
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    our hearts. What say you, lady, is he not a true Coterel—that old man with his seythe and hour-glass ? ” “ He is a bitter enemy, but a true one,” replied Isadorc of the Mount. “ lie comes not upon us without warning.—But your man seems impatient to tell out his tale, sir knight; at least so I read the faces he makes.” “ Bless your sweet lips ! ” cried the jongleur ; you are the first, that ever saw my face, that called me man. Devil or fool arc the best names that I get. Prithee, marry my master, and then I shall be your man.” Dc Coucy’s heart beat quick at the associations which the jug- gler’s words called up; and the tell-tale blood stole over the fair face of Isadorc of the Mount; while old Sir Julian laughed loud, and called it a marvellous good jest. “ Come! ” cried Dc Coney, “ leave thy grimaces, and tell me, Avhat said my uncle ? Why would he not send the sums I asked ?” “ lie said nothing,” replied the juggler. “ Haw, haw^, haw !— lie said nothing, because he is dead, and ” ‘‘ Hold ! hold ! ” cried De Coney ;—Dead ! God help me, and I taxed him with avarice. Fool, thou hast made me sin against his memory. Flow did he die ?—when—where ?” “ Nobody knows when—nobody knows where—nobody knows how !” replied the juggler, with a grin which he could not sup- press at his master’s grief. “All they know is, that he is as dead as the saints at Jerusalem; and the King and the Duke of Burgundy arc quarrelling about his broad lands, which the two fools call moveables ! He is dead !—quite dead!—Haw, haw, haw! Haw, haw !” “Laughest thou, villain!” cried De Coney, starting up, and striking him a buffet which made him reel to the other side of the hut. “ Let that teach thee not to laugh where other men weep !—By my life,” he added, taking his scat again, “ he was as noble a gentleman, and as true a knight, as ever buckled on spurs. He ]H’omised I should be his heir, and doubtless he has kept his Avord ; but, for all the fine lands he has left me—na^^, nor for broad France itself, woidd I have heard the news that have reached me but now I ” “ Haw, haw, haw^! Haw, haw, haw I” echoed from the other side of the hut. “Why laughest thou, fool?” cried Dc Coucy. “Wilt thou
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