Idonia: A Romance of Old London - Arthur Frederick Wallis - Book

Idonia: A Romance of Old London

The irregular pile of buildings known as Petty Wales, of which considerable mention is made in this book, formerly stood at the northeast corner of Thames Street. The chronicler, Stow, writes of some large buildings of stone, the ruins whereof do yet remain, but the first builders and owners of them are worn out of memory. Some are of opinion ... that this great stone building was sometime the lodging appointed for the princes of Wales when they repaired to this city, and that therefore the street, in that part, is called Petty Wales; and he further adds: The merchants of Burdeaux were licensed to build at the Vintry, strongly with stone, as may yet be seen, and seemeth old though oft repaired; much more cause have these buildings in Petty Wales ... to seem old, which, for many years, to wit, since the galleys left their course of landing there, hath fallen to ruin. It appears to have been let out for many uses, some disreputable; and a certain Mother Mampudding (of whom one would like to know more) kept a part of the house for victualling.

The first remembrance I hold of my father is of a dark-suited tall man of an unchanging gravity on all occasions. He had, moreover, a manner of saying Ay, ay, which I early came to regard as the prologue to some definite prohibition; as when I asked him (I being then but a scrubbed boy) for his great sword, to give it to a crippled soldier at our gate, who had lost his proper weapon in the foreign wars—
Ay, ay, said my father, nodding his grey head, so he lost his good sword, and you would make good the loss with mine. Ay, 'twas a generous thought of yours, Denis, surely.
I was for reaching it down forthwith, where it hung by the wall in its red velvet scabbard, delighted at the pleasure I was to do my bedesman.
Go to your chamber, boy, said my father in a voice smaller than ordinary.
But, sir, the sword! I cried.
Ay, the sword, he replied, nodding as before. But, go warn Simon Powell that he look to his poultry-lofts. And learn wisdom, Denis, for you have some need of it, in my judgment.

Arthur Frederick Wallis
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Язык

Английский

Год издания

2010-10-20

Темы

London (England) -- Fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction

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