Emblems Of Love eBook

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Jean
     Come on,
Why are we dawdling?  All the heads are up,
Steepled on spikes above the Scottish Gate,—­
Some of the rebels rarely handsome too.

Mary.  Won’t it be rather horrible?

Katrina
     A row
Of chopt-off heads sitting on spikes—­ugh!

Jean
     Yes,
And I daresay blood dribbling here and there.

Mary.  Don’t, Jean!  I am going back.  I was Forbid the gate.

Katrina
     And so was I.

Jean
     And I.

Katrina.  But a mere peep at them?

Jean
     Yes, come on, Mary.

Mary.  We might just see how horrible they are.

Jean.  Sure, they will make us shudder;

Katrina
     Or else cry.

     [A MAN meets them.

Man.  Are you for the show, my girls?

Jean
     We aren’t your girls.

Katrina.  Do you mean the heads upon the Scottish Gate?

Man.  Ay, that’s the show, a pretty one.

Jean
     Are all
The rebels’ heads set up?

Man
     All, all; their cause
Is fallen flat; but go you on and see
How wonderly their proud heads are elate.

Katrina.  Do any look as if they died afeared?

Man.  Go and learn that yourselves.  And when you mark How grimly addled all the daring is Now in those brains, do as your hearts shall bid you, And that is weep, I hope.

Mary
     O let’s go back.

Jean.  We have no friends spiked on the Scottish Gate.

Man.  No?  Well, there’s quite a quire of voices there, Blessing the King’s just wisdom for his stern Strong policy with the rebels.

Mary
     Who are those?—­
I think it’s fiendish to have killed so many.

Man.  The chattering birds, my lass, and droning flies:  They’re proper Whigs, are birds and flies,—­or else The Whigs are proper crows and carrion-bugs.

     [He goes on past them.

Katrina.  A Jacobite?

Jean
     That’s it, I warrant you. 
One of the stay-at-homes.

Mary
     Now promise me,
We’ll only take a glimpse, girls, a short glimpse.

Jean (laughing).  Yes, just to see how horrible they are.

     [They go on towards the gate.

II

The Scottish Gate, Carlisle.  Among the crowd.

Mary.  O why did we come here?

Jean
     One, two, three, four—­
A devil’s dozen of them at the least.

Katrina.  Poor lads!  They did not need to set them up So high, surely.  Which is the one you’ld call Prettiest, Jean?

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