A Book of Scoundrels eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 200 pages of information about A Book of Scoundrels.

A Book of Scoundrels eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 200 pages of information about A Book of Scoundrels.
in the Inn, and he might have died a respectable attorney had not the instinct of sport forced him from the inkpot and parchment of his profession.  Ill could he tolerate the monotony and restraint of this clerkly life.  In his eyes law was an instrument, not of justice, but of jugglery.  Men were born, said his philosophy, rather to risk their necks than ink their fingers; and if a bold adventure puts you in a difficulty, why, then, you hire some straw-splitting attorney to show his cunning.  Indeed, the study of law was for him, as it was for Falstaff, an excuse for many a bout and merry-making.  He loved his glass, and he loved his wench, and he loved a bull-baiting better than either.  It was his boast, and Moll Cutpurse’s compliment, that he never missed a match in his life, and assuredly no man was better known in Paris Garden than the intrepid Ralph Briscoe.

The cloistered seclusion of Gray’s Inn grew daily more irksome.  There he would sit, in mute despair, drumming the table with his fingers, and biting the quill, whose use he so bitterly contemned.  Of winter afternoons he would stare through the leaded window-panes at the gaunt, leafless trees, on whose summits swayed the cawing rooks, until servitude seemed intolerable, and he prayed for the voice of the bearward that summoned him to Southwark.  And when the chained bear, the familiar monkey on his back, followed the shrill bagpipe along the curious street, Briscoe felt that blood, not ink, coursed in his veins, forgot the tiresome impediment of the law, and joined the throng, hungry for this sport of kings.  Nor was he the patron of an enterprise wherein he dared take no part.  He was as bold and venturesome as the bravest ruffler that ever backed a dog at a baiting.  When the bull, cruelly secured behind, met the onslaught of his opponents, throwing them off, now this side, now that, with his horns, Briscoe, lost in excitement, would leap into the ring that not a point of the combat should escape him.

So it was that he won the friendship of his illustrious benefactress, Moll Cutpurse.  For, one day, when he had ventured too near the maddened bull, the brute made a heave at his breeches, which instantly gave way; and in another moment he would have been gored to death, had not Moll seized him by the collar and slung him out of the ring.  Thus did his courage ever contradict his appearance, and at the dangerous game of whipping the blinded bear he had no rival, either for bravery or adroitness.  He would rush in with uplifted whip until the breath of the infuriated beast was hot upon his cheek, let his angry lash curl for an instant across the bear’s flank, and then, for all his halting foot, leap back into safety with a smiling pride in his own nimbleness.

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