human
What has brought ye hither? said Burley, hastily.
gpt
Is there bad news from the army?
human
No, replied Morton;
gpt
The Lord, replied Burley,
human
And you will avail yourself of that advantage, granted you by Heaven, to dishonour our cause in the eyes of all the world, by putting a prisoner to an ignominious death?
gpt
If the house of Tillietudlem be not surrendered by daybreak, replied Burley,
human
God do so to me and more also, if he shall not die that death to which his leader and patron, John Grahame of Claverhouse, hath put so many of God's saints.
gpt
We are in arms, replied Morton,
human
If thou art ignorant of it, replied Burley,
gpt
But we, answered the divine,
human
That is to say, said Burley,
gpt
We are, rejoined Poundtext,
human
I judged it would come to this, answered Burley,
gpt
Such as I? answered Poundtext,--
human
And who am I, that you should name me with such scorn?--Have I not kept the flock of this sheep-fold from the wolves for thirty years? Ay, even while thou, John Balfour, wert fighting in the ranks of uncircumcision, a Philistine of hardened brow and bloody hand--Who am I, say'st thou?
gpt
I will tell thee what thou art, since thou wouldst so fain know, said Burley.
human
Thou art one of those, who would reap where thou hast not sowed, and divide the spoil while others fight the battle--thou art one of those that follow the gospel for the loaves and for the fishes--that love their own manse better than the Church of God, and that would rather draw their stipends under prelatists or heathens, than be a partaker with those noble spirits who have cast all behind them for the sake of the Covenant.
gpt
And I will tell thee, John Balfour, returned Poundtext, deservedly incensed,
human
I will tell thee what thou art. Thou art one of those, for whose bloody and merciless disposition a reproach is flung upon the whole church of this suffering kingdom, and for whose violence and blood-guiltiness, it is to be feared, this fair attempt to recover our civil and religious rights will never be honoured by Providence with the desired success.
gpt
Gentlemen, said Morton,
human
You are here, answered Burley,
gpt
This, said Morton,
human
he added, looking sternly at Burley,
gpt
Go to, said Burley, disdainfully,--
human
Mr Balfour, said Morton, laying his hand on his sword,
gpt
And thou shalt have it, stripling, when and where thou darest, said Burley;
human
I plight thee my good word on it.
gpt
Concerning the prisoner, said Burley,
human
he continued, calling a sort of aid-de-camp, who slept in the next apartment,
gpt
he said, again addressing Poundtext and Morton,