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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
 CONTAINING ADVENTURES OF CHIVALRY1 EQUALLY NEW AND SURPRISING. The knight2 Sir Launcelot, and the novice3 Crowe, retreated with equal order and expedition to the distance of half a league from the field of battle, where the former, halting, proposed to make a lodgment in a very decent house of entertainment, distinguished4 by the sign of St. George of Cappadocia encountering the dragon, an achievement in which temporal and spiritual chivalry were happily reconciled. Two such figures alighting at the inn gate did not pass through the yard unnoticed and unadmired by the guests and attendants, some of whom fairly took to their heels, on the supposition that these outlandish creatures were the avant-couriers or heralds5 of a French invasion. The fears and doubts, however, of those who ventured to stay were soon dispelled6, when our hero accosted7 them in the English tongue, and with the most courteous8 demeanour desired to be shown into an apartment.
 
Had Captain Crowe been spokesman, perhaps their suspicions would not have so quickly subsided10, for he was, in reality, a very extraordinary novice, not only in chivalry, but also in his external appearance, and particularly in those dialects of the English language which are used by the terrestrial animals of this kingdom. He desired the ostler to take his horse in tow, and bring him to his moorings in a safe riding. He ordered the waiter, who showed them into a parlour, to bear a hand, ship his oars11, mind his helm, and bring alongside a short allowance of brandy or grog, that he might cant12 a slug into his bread-room, for there was such a heaving and pitching, that he believed he should shift his ballast. The fellow understood no part of this address but the word brandy, at mention of which he disappeared. Then Crowe, throwing himself into an elbow chair, “Stop my hawse-holes,” cried he, “I can’t think what’s the matter, brother; but, egad, my head sings and simmers like a pot of chowder. My eyesight yaws to and again, d’ye see; then there’s such a walloping and whushing in my hold—smite me—Lord have mercy upon us. Here, you swab, ne’er mind the glass, hand me the noggin.”
 
The latter part of this address was directed to the waiter, who had returned with a quartern of brandy, which Crowe, snatching eagerly, started into his bread-room at one cant. Indeed, there was no time to be lost, inasmuch as he seemed to be on the verge13 of fainting away when he swallowed this cordial, by which he was instantaneously revived.
 
He then desired the servant to unbuckle the straps14 of his helmet, but this was a task which the drawer could not perform, even though assisted with the good offices of Sir Launcelot, for the head and jaws15 were so much swelled16 with the discipline they had undergone, that the straps and buckles17 lay buried, as it were, in pits formed by the tumefaction of the adjacent parts.
 
Fortunately for the novice, a neighbouring surgeon passed by the door on horseback, a circumstance which the waiter, who saw him from the window, no sooner disclosed, than the knight had recourse to his assistance. This practitioner18 having viewed the whole figure, and more particularly the head of Crowe, in silent wonder, proceeded to feel his pulse, and then declared, that as the inflammation was very great, and going on with violence to its acme19, it would be necessary to begin with copious20 phlebotomy, and then to empty the intestinal21 canal. So saying, he began to strip the arm of the captain, who perceiving his aim, “Avast, brother,” cried he, “you go the wrong way to work; you may as well rummage22 the afterhold when the damage is in the forecastle; I shall right again when my jaws are unhooped.”
 
With these words he drew a clasp-knife from his pocket, and, advancing to a glass, applied23 it so vigorously to the leathern straps of his headpiece, that the gordian knot was cut, without any other damage to his face than a moderate scarification, which, added to the tumefaction of features naturally strong, and a whole week’s growth of a very bushy beard, produced on the whole a most hideous24 caricatura. After all, there was a necessity for the administration of the surgeon, who found divers25 contusions on different parts of the skull26, which even the tin cap had not been able to protect from the weapons of the rustics28.
 
These being shaved and dressed secundum artem, and the operator dismissed with a proper acknowledgment, our knight detached one of the post-boys to the field of action for intelligence concerning Mr. Clarke and squire29 Timothy, and, in the interim30, desired to know the particulars of Crowe’s adventures since he parted from him at the White Hart.
 
A connected relation, in plain English, was what he had little reason to expect from the novice, who, nevertheless, exerted his faculties31 to the uttermost for his satisfaction. He give him to understand, that in steering32 his course to Birmingham, where he thought of fitting himself with tackle, he had fallen in, by accident, at a public-house, with an itinerant33 tinker, in the very act of mending a kettle; that, seeing him do his business like an able workman, he had applied to him for advice, and the tinker, after having considered the subject, had undertaken to make him such a suit of armour34 as neither sword nor lance should penetrate35; that they adjourned36 to the next town, where the leather coat, the plates of tinned iron, the lance, and the broadsword, were purchased, together with a copper37 saucepan, which the artist was now at work upon in converting it to a shield; but in the meantime, the captain, being impatient to begin his career of chivalry, had accommodated himself with a pot-lid, and taken to the highway, notwithstanding all the entreaties38, tears, and remonstrances39 of his nephew, Tom Clarke, who could not however be prevailed upon to leave him in the dangerous voyage he had undertaken.
 
That this being but the second day of his journey, he descried40 five or six men on horseback bearing up full in his teeth, upon which he threw his sails aback, and prepared for action; that he hailed them at a considerable distance, and bade them bring to; when they came alongside, notwithstanding his hail, he ordered them to clew up their courses, and furl their topsails, otherwise he would be foul41 of their quarters; that, hearing this salute42, they luffed all at once, till their cloth shook in the wind; then he hallooed in a loud voice, that his sweetheart, Besselia Mizzen, were the broad pendant of beauty, to which they must strike their topsails on pain of being sent to the bottom; that, after having eyed him for some time with astonishment43, they clapped on all their sails, some of them running under his stern, and others athwart his forefoot, and got clear off; that, not satisfied with running ahead, they all of a sudden tacked44 about, and one of them boarding him on the lee-quarter, gave him such a drubbing about his upper works, that the lights danced in his lanterns; that he returned the salute with his hop-pole so effectually that his aggressor broached45 to in the twinkling of a handspike, and then he was engaged with all the rest of the enemy, except one, who sheered off, and soon returned with a mosquito fleet of small craft, who had done him considerable damage, and, in all probability, would have made prize of him, had n’t he been brought off by the knight’s gallantry. He said, that in the beginning of the conflict Tom Clarke rode up to the foremost of the enemy, as he did suppose in order to prevent hostilities46, but before he got up to him near enough to hold discourse47, he was pooped with a sea that almost sent him to the bottom, and then towed off he knew not whither.
 
Crowe had scarce finished his narration48, which consisted of broken hints and unconnected explosions of sea terms, when a gentleman of the neighbourhood, who acted in the commission of the peace, arrived at the gate, attended by a constable49, who had in custody50 the bodies of Thomas Clarke and Timothy Crabshaw, surrounded by five men on horseback, and an innumerable posse of men, women, and children, on foot. The captain, who always kept a good look-out, no sooner descried this cavalcade51 and procession, than he gave notice to Sir Launcelot, and advised that they should crowd away with all the cloth they could carry. Our adventurer was of another opinion, and determined52, at any rate, to procure53 the enlargement of the prisoners.
 
The justice, ordering his attendants to stay without the gate, sent his compliments to Sir Launcelot Greaves, and desired to speak with him for a few minutes. He was immediately admitted, and could not help staring at sight of Crowe, who, by this time, had no remains55 of the human physiognomy, so much was the swelling56 increased and the skin discoloured. The gentleman, whose name was Mr. Elmy, having made a polite apology for the liberty he had taken, proceeded to unfold his business. He said, information had been lodged57 with him, as a justice of the peace, against two armed men on horseback, who had stopped five farmers on the king’s highway, put them in fear and danger of their lives, and even assaulted, maimed, and wounded divers persons, contrary to the king’s peace, and in violation58 of the statute59; that, by the description, he supposed the knight and his companion to be the persons against whom the complaint had been lodged; and, understanding his quality from Mr. Clarke, whom he had known in London, he was come to wait upon him, and, if possible, effect an accommodation.
 
Our adventurer having thanked him for the polite and obliging manner in which he proceeded, frankly60 told him the whole story, as it had been just related by the captain; and Mr. Elmy had no reason to doubt the truth of the narrative61, as it confirmed every circumstance which Clarke had before reported. Indeed, Tom had been very communicative to this gentleman, and made him acquainted with the whole history of Sir Launcelot Greaves, as well as with the whimsical resolution of his uncle, Captain Crowe. Mr. Elmy now told the knight, that the persons whom the captain had stopped were farmers, returning from a neighbouring market, a set of people naturally boorish62, and at that time elevated with ale to an uncommon64 pitch of insolence65; that one of them, in particular, called Prickle, was the most quarrelsome fellow in the whole county; and so litigious, that he had maintained above thirty lawsuits66, in eight-and-twenty of which he had been condemned67 in costs. He said the others might be easily influenced in the way of admonition; but there was no way of dealing68 with Prickle, except by the form and authority of the law. He therefore proposed to hear evidence in a judicial69 capacity, and his clerk being in attendance, the court was immediately opened in the knight’s apartment.
 
By this time Mr. Clarke had made such good use of his time in explaining the law to his audience, and displaying the great wealth and unbounded liberality of Sir Launcelot Greaves, that he had actually brought over to his sentiments the constable and the commonalty, tag-rag, and bob-tail, and even staggered the majority of the farmers, who, at first, had breathed nothing but defiance70 and revenge. Farmer Stake being first called to the bar, and sworn touching71 the identity of Sir Launcelot Greaves and Captain Crowe, declared, that the said Crowe had stopped him on the king’s highway, and put him in bodily fear; that he afterwards saw the said Crowe with a pole or weapon, value threepence, breaking the king’s peace, by committing assault and battery against the heads and shoulders of his majesty’s liege subjects, Geoffrey Prickle, Hodge Dolt72, Richard Bumpkin, Mary Fang73, Catherine Rubble74, and Margery Litter; and that he saw Sir Launcelot Greaves, Baronet, aiding, assisting, and comforting the said Crowe, contrary to the king’s peace, and against the form of the statute.
 
Being asked if the defendant75, when he stopped them, demanded their money, or threatened violence, he answered he could not say, inasmuch as the defendant spoke9 in an unknown language. Being interrogated
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