Then out with the dummy85, and off with the bit,86 Oh! the game of high toby for ever!
CHORUS
Then who can name So merry a game, As the game of all games — high toby?
Believe me, there is not a game, my brave boys,
To compare with the game of high toby;
No rapture can equal the tobyman’s joys,
To blue devils, blue plumbs87 give the go-by; And what if, at length, boys, he come to the crap!88 Even rack punch has some bitter in it, For the mare-with-three-legs89, boys, I care not a rap, ’Twill be over in less than a minute.
GRAND CHORUS
Then hip, hurrah! Fling care away! Hurrah for the game of high toby!
“And now, pals,” said Dick, who began to feel the influence of these morning cups, “I vote that we adjourn. Believe me I shall always bear in mind that I am a brother of your band. Sir Luke and I must have a little chat together ere I take my leave. Adieu!”
And taking Luke by the arm, he walked out of the tent. Peter Bradley rose, and followed them.
At the door they found the dwarfish Grasshopper with Black Bess. Rewarding the urchin for his trouble, and slipping the bridle of his mare over his hand, Turpin continued his walk over the green. For a few minutes he seemed to be lost in rumination.
“I tell you what, Sir Luke,” said he; “I should like to do a generous thing, and make you a present of this bit of paper. But one ought not to throw away one’s luck, you know — there is a tide in the affairs of thieves, as the player coves say, which must be taken at the flood, or else —— no matter! Your old dad, Sir Piers — God help him! — had the gingerbread, that I know; he was, as we say, a regular rhino-cerical cull. You won’t feel a few thousands, especially at starting; and besides, there are two others, Rust and Wilder, who row in the same boat with me, and must therefore come in for their share of the reg’lars. All this considered, you can’t complain, I think if I ask five thousand for it. That old harridan, Lady Rookwood, offered me nearly as much.”
“I will not talk to you of fairness,” said Luke; “I will not say that document belongs of right to me. It fell by accident into your hands. Having possessed yourself of it, I blame you not that you dispose of it to the best advantage. I must, perforce, agree to your terms.”
“Oh, no,” replied Dick, “it’s quite optional; Lady Rookwood will give as much, and make no mouths about it. Soho, lass! What makes Bess prick her ears in that fashion? — Ha! carriage-wheels in the distance! that jade knows the sound as well as I do. I’ll just see what it’s like! — you will have ten minutes for reflection. Who knows if I may not have come in for a good thing here?”
At that instant the carriage passed the angle of a rock some three hundred yards distant, and was seen slowly ascending the hill-side. Eager as a hawk after his quarry, Turpin dashed after it.
In vain the sexton, whom he nearly overthrew in his career, called after him to halt. He sped like a bolt from the bow.
“May the devil break his neck!” cried Peter, as he saw him dash through the brook; “could he not let them alone?”
“This must not be,” said Luke; “know you whose carriage it is?”
“It is a shrine that holds the jewel that should be dearest in your eyes,” returned Peter; “haste, and arrest the spoiler’s hand.”
“Whom do you mean?” asked Luke.
“Eleanor Mowbray,” replied Peter. “She is there. To the rescue — away.”
“Eleanor Mowbray!” echoed Luke —“and Sybil? ——”
At this instant a pistol-shot was heard.
“Will you let murder be done, and upon your cousin?” cried Peter, with a bitter look. “You are not what I took you for.”
Luke answered not, but, swift as the hound freed from the leash, darted in the direction of the carriage.
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25. The Merry Beggars.
26. The parties to be wedded find out a dead horse, or any other beast, and standing one on the one side, and the other on the other, the patrico bids them live together till death do them part; and so shaking hands, the wedding dinner is kept at the next alehouse they stumble into, where the union is nothing but knocking of cannes, and the sauce, none but drunken brawles. —Dekkar.
27. Receiver.
28. Memoirs, of the right villainous John Hall, the famous, and notorious Robber, penned from his Mouth some Time before his Death, 1708.
29. A famous highwayman.
30. A real gentleman.
31. Breeches and boots.
32. Gipsy flask.
33. How he exposes his pistols.
34. For an account of these, see Grose. They are much too gross to be set down here.
35. “The shalm, or shawm, was a wind instrument, like a pipe, with a swelling protuberance in the middle.”—Earl of Northumberland’s Household Book.
36. Perhaps the most whimsical laws that were ever prescribed to a gang of thieves were those framed by William Holliday, one of the prigging community, who was hanged in 1695:
Art. I. directs — That none of his company should presume to wear shirts, upon pain of being cashiered.
II. — That none should lie in any other places than stables, empty houses, or other bulks.
III. — That they should eat nothing but what they begged, and that they should give away all the money they got by cleaning boots among one another, for the good of the fraternity.
