Bennet , at the sound , started to his feet ; but ere he had time to spring upon his arms , Dick hailed him . `` Bennet , '' he said -- `` Bennet , old friend , yield ye . Ye will but spill men 's lives in vain , if ye resist . '' '' 'T is Master Shelton , by St. Barbary ! '' cried Hatch . `` Yield me ? Ye ask much . What force have ye ? '' `` I tell you , Bennet , ye are both outnumbered and begirt , '' said Dick . `` Caesar and Charlemagne would cry for quarter . I have two score men at my whistle , and with one shoot of arrows I could answer for you all . '' `` Master Dick , '' said Bennet , `` it goes against my heart ; but I must do my duty . The saints help you ! '' And therewith he raised a little tucket to his mouth and wound a rousing call . Then followed a moment of confusion ; for while Dick , fearing for the ladies , still hesitated to give the word to shoot , Hatch 's little band sprang to their weapons and formed back to back as for a fierce resistance . In the hurry of their change of place , Joanna sprang from her seat and ran like an arrow to her lover 's side . `` Here , Dick ! '' she cried , as she clasped his hand in hers . But Dick still stood irresolute ; he was yet young to the more deplorable necessities of war , and the thought of old Lady Brackley checked the command upon his tongue . His own men became restive .
Some of them cried on him by name ; others , of their own accord , began to shoot ; and at the first discharge poor XXXXX bit the dust .
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