endish, take your measures, and think of your motto,
_Cavendo tutus_.--Marmaduke Langdale, you will do well, like your
ancestor, Grindold, to order a coffin to be brought with you.--George
Booth, Earl of Warrington, you will never again see the County Palatine
of Chester, or your labyrinth like that of Crete, or the high towers of
Dunham Massy!--As to Lord Vaughan, he is young enough to talk
impertinently, and too old to answer for it. I shall demand satisfaction
for his words of his nephew Richard Vaughan, Member of Parliament for
the Borough of Merioneth.--As for you, John Campbell, Earl of Greenwich,
I will kill you as Achon killed Matas; but with a fair cut, and not from
behind, it being my custom to present my heart and not my back to the
point of the sword.--I have spoken my mind, my lords. And so use
witchcraft if you like. Consult the fortune-tellers. Grease your skins
with ointments and drugs to make them invulnerable; hang round your
necks charms of the devil or the Virgin. I will fight you blest or
curst, and I will not have you searched to see if you are wearing any
wizard's tokens. On foot or on horseback, on the highroad if you wish
it, in Piccadilly, or at Charing Cross; and they shall take up the
pavement for our meeting, as they unpaved the court of the Louvre for
the duel between Guise and Bassompierre. All of you! Do you hear? I mean
to fight you all.--Dorme, Earl of Caernarvon, I will make you swallow my
sword up to the hilt, as Marolles did to Lisle Mariveaux, and then we
shall see, my lord, whether you will laugh or not.--You, Burlington, who
look like a girl of seventeen--you shall choose between the lawn of your
house in Middlesex, and your beautiful garden at Londesborough in
Yorkshire, to be buried in.--I beg to inform your lordships that it does
not suit me to allow your insolence in my presence. I will chastise you,
my lords. I take it ill that you should have ridiculed Lord Fermain
Clancharlie. He is worth more than you. As Clancharlie, he has nobility,
which you have; as Gwynplaine, he has intellect, which you have not. I
make his cause my cause, insult to him insult to me, and your ridicule
my wrath. We shall see who will come out of this affair alive, because I
challenge you to the death. Do you understand? With any arm, in any
fashion, and you shall choose the death that pleases you best; and since
you are clowns as well as gentlemen, I proportion my defiance to your
qualities, and I give