"Nay: if you will let me be of your brotherhood, well and good: but if not, one or other I will fight: and that's flat.""You see, gentlemen," said Amyas, "we must admit him or die the death; so we needs must go when Sir Urian drives.Come up, Jack, and take the oaths.You admit him, gentlemen?""Let me but be your chaplain," said Jack, "and pray for your luck when you're at the wars.If I do stay at home in a country curacy, 'tis not much that you need be jealous of me with her, I reckon,"said Jack, with a pathetical glance at his own stomach.
"Sia!" said Cary: "but if he be admitted, it must be done according to the solemn forms and ceremonies in such cases provided.Take him into the next room, Amyas, and prepare him for his initiation.""What's that?" asked Amyas, puzzled by the word.But judging from the corner of Will's eye that initiation was Latin for a practical joke, he led forth his victim behind the arras again, and waited five minutes while the room was being darkened, till Frank's voice called to him to bring in the neophyte.
"John Brimblecombe," said Frank, in a sepulchral tone, "you cannot be ignorant, as a scholar and bachelor of Oxford, of that dread sacrament by which Catiline bound the soul of his fellow-conspirators, in order that both by the daring of the deed he might have proof of their sincerity, and by the horror thereof astringe their souls by adamantine fetters, and Novem-Stygian oaths, to that wherefrom hereafter the weakness of the flesh might shrink.
Wherefore, O Jack! we too have determined, following that ancient and classical example, to fill, as he did, a bowl with the lifeblood of our most heroic selves, and to pledge each other therein, with vows whereat the stars shall tremble in their spheres, and Luna, blushing, veil her silver cheeks.Your blood alone is wanted to fill up the goblet.Sit down, John Brimblecombe, and bare your arm!""But, Mr.Frank!--"said Jack, who was as superstitious as any old wife, and, what with the darkness and the discourse, already in a cold perspiration.
"But me no buts! or depart as recreant, not by the door like a man, but up the chimney like a flittermouse.""But, Mr.Frank!"
"Thy vital juice, or the chimney! Choose!" roared Cary in his ear.
"Well, if I must," said Jack; "but it's desperate hard that because you can't keep faith without these barbarous oaths, I must take them too, that have kept faith these three years without any."At this pathetic appeal Frank nearly melted: but Amyas and Cary had thrust the victim into a chair and all was prepared for the sacrifice.
"Bind his eyes, according to the classic fashion," said Will.
"Oh no, dear Mr.Cary; I'll shut them tight enough, I warrant: but not with your dagger, dear Mr.William--sure, not with your dagger?
I can't afford to lose blood, though I do look lusty--I can't indeed; sure, a pin would do--I've got one here, to my sleeve, somewhere--Oh!""See the fount of generous juice! Flow on, fair stream.How he bleeds!--pints, quarts! Ah, this proves him to be in earnest!""A true lover's blood is always at his fingers' ends.""He does not grudge it; of course not.Eh, Jack? What matters an odd gallon for her sake?""For her sake? Nothing, nothing! Take my life, if you will: but--oh, gentlemen, a surgeon, if you love me! I'm going off--I 'm fainting!""Drink, then, quick; drink and swear! Pat his back, Cary.
Courage, man! it will be over in a minute.Now, Frank!--"And Frank spoke--
"If plighted troth I fail, or secret speech reveal, May Cocytean ghosts around my pillow squeal;While Ate's brazen claws distringe my spleen in sunder, And drag me deep to Pluto's keep, 'mid brimstone, smoke, and thunder!""Placetne, domine?"
"Placet!" squeaked Jack, who thought himself at the last gasp, and gulped down full three-quarters of the goblet which Cary held to his lips.
"Ugh--Ah--Puh! Mercy on us! It tastes mighty like wine!""A proof, my virtuous brother," said Frank, "first, of thy abstemiousness, which has thus forgotten what wine tastes like; and next, of thy pure and heroical affection, by which thy carnal senses being exalted to a higher and supra-lunar sphere, like those Platonical daemonizomenoi and enthusiazomenoi (of whom Jamblichus says that they were insensible to wounds and flame, and much more, therefore, to evil savors), doth make even the most nauseous draught redolent of that celestial fragrance, which proceeding, OJack! from thine own inward virtue, assimilates by sympathy even outward accidents unto its own harmony and melody; for fragrance is, as has been said well, the song of flowers, and sweetness, the music of apples--Ahem! Go in peace, thou hast conquered!""Put him out of the door, Will," said Amyas, "or he will swoon on our hands.""Give him some sack," said Frank.
"Not a blessed drop of yours, sir," said Jack."I like good wine as well as any man on earth, and see as little of it; but not a drop of yours, sirs, after your frumps and flouts about hanging-on and trencher-scraping.When I first began to love her, I bid good-bye to all dirty tricks; for I had some one then for whom to keep myself clean."And so Jack was sent home, with a pint of good red Alicant wine in him (more, poor fellow, than he had tasted at once in his life before); while the rest, in high glee with themselves and the rest of the world, relighted the candles, had a right merry evening, and parted like good friends and sensible gentlemen of devon, thinking (all except Frank) Jack Brimblecombe and his vow the merriest jest they had heard for many a day.After which they all departed:
Amyas and Cary to Winter's squadron; Frank (as soon as he could travel) to the Court again; and with him young Basset, whose father Sir Arthur, being in London, procured for him a page's place in Leicester's household.Fortescue and Chicester went to their brothers in Dublin; St.Leger to his uncle the Marshal of Munster;Coffin joined Champernoun and Norris in the Netherlands; and so the Brotherhood of the Rose was scattered far and wide, and Mistress Salterne was left alone with her looking-glass.
