, _Miles_ being taller and much stronger than
his Adversary, resolv'd to close with him; which he did, putting by a
Pass that _Lewis_ made at him with his left Hand, and at the same Time
he run him quite thro' the Body, threw him, and disarm'd him. Rise if
thou can'st! (cry'd _Hardyman_) thou art really brave. I will not put
thee to the Shame of asking thy Life. Alas! I cannot rise, (reply'd
_Lewis_, endeavouring to get up) so short a Life as mine were not worth
the Breath of a Coward.--Make Haste! Fly hence! For thou are lost if
thou stay'st. My Friends are many and great; they will murther thee by
Law. Fly! Fly in Time! Heaven forgive us both! Amen! (Cry'd _Miles_) I
hope thou may'st recover! 'Tis Pity so much Bravery and Honour should be
lost so early. Farewel.--And now Adieu to the fair and faithless
_Diana_! Ha! (Cry'd _Constance_) O bloody Mistake! But could speak no
more for Loss of Blood. _Hardyman_ heard not those last Words, being
spoken with a fainting Voice, but in Haste mounted, and rode with all
Speed for _London_, attended by _Goodlad_; whilst _Constance's_ Servant
came up to him, and having all along travell'd with him, had two or
three Times the Occasion of making Use of that Skill in Surgery which he
had learn'd Abroad in _France_ and _Italy_, which he now again practis'd
on his Master, with such Success, that in less than half an Hour, he put
his Master in a Capacity of leaning on him; and so walking Home with
him, tho' very gently and slowly. By the Way, _Lewis_ charg'd his
Servant not to say which Way _Hardyman_ took, unless he design'd to quit
his Service for ever. But pardon me, Sir! (return'd t'other) your Wound
is very dangerous, and I am not sure that it is not mortal: And if so,
give me Leave to say, I shall persue him over all _England_, for
Vengeance of your Death. 'Twas a Mistake on both Sides, I find; (said
_Lewis_) therefore think not of Revenge: I was as hot and as much to
blame as he. They were near an Hour getting to the House, after his
Blood was stopp'd. As he was led in, designing to be carry'd to his
Chamber, and to take his Bed as sick of an Ague, his Sister and
_Lucretia_ met him, and both swoon'd away at the Sight of him; but in a
little Time they were recover'd, as if to torment him with their Tears,
Sighs, and Lamentations. They ask'd him a thousand impertinent
Questions, which he defer'd to answer, 'till he was laid in Bed; when he
told his Sister, that the Gentleman who had th