Upon you , he saith , their party foundered ; it was you that won the battle . Well , then , it was you that killed my good Lord Risingham , as sure as though ye had strangled him . And ye would have me eat with you -- and your hands not washed from killing ? But Sir Daniel hath sworn your downfall . He 't is that will avenge me ! '' The unfortunate Dick was plunged in gloom . Old Arblaster returned upon his mind , and he groaned aloud . `` Do ye hold me so guilty ? '' he said ; `` you that defended me -- you that are Joanna 's friend ? '' `` What made ye in the battle ? '' she retorted . `` Y ' are of no party ; y ' are but a lad -- but legs and body , without government of wit or counsel ! Wherefore did ye fight ? For the love of hurt , pardy ! '' `` Nay , '' cried Dick , `` I know not . But as the realm of England goes , if that a poor gentleman fight not upon the one side , perforce he must fight upon the other . He may not stand alone ; 't is not in nature . '' `` They that have no judgment should not draw the sword , '' replied the young lady . `` Ye that fight but for a hazard , what are ye but a butcher ? War is but noble by the cause , and y ' have disgraced it . ''
`` Madam , '' said the miserable XXXXX , `` I do partly see mine error .
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