A condemned rebel shows honesty and courage before the king, earning respect despite his plight.
In Calamy's Memoirs, there is an account of a man named
Story, who was condemned for being in
Monmouth's rebellion, but was reprieved by the interest of a friend with Judge
Jeffries, and subsequently removed to
Newgate. He was soon afterwards ordered to be brought before the Privy
Council, in the same plight in which he then was, which was truly miserable.
The keeper advised him, in case the king was present, that the wisest way for him would be to answer the questions put to him in a plain and direct manner, without concealing any thing—
advice which he strictly followed.
When he was brought into the
Council Chamber, he made so sad and sorrowful a figure, that all present were surprised and frightened; and he had so strong a smell, by being so long confined, that it was very offensive.
When the king first cast his eyes upon him, he cried out, "Is that a man, or what else is it?"
Chancelor Jeffries told his Majesty, that that was the Story of whom he had given his Majesty so distinct an account.
"Oh, Story," says the king, "I remember him. That is a rare fellow indeed!" Then, turning towards him, he talked to him very freely and familiarly "Pray, Mr. Story," said he,
"you were in Monmouth's army in the west, were you not?"
He, according to the advice given him, made answer presently, "Yes, an't please your Majesty."
"And you," said he, "was a commissary there, were you not?"
And he again replied, "Yes, an't please your Majesty."
"And you," said he, "made a speech before great crowds of people, did you not?"
He again very readily answered,
"Yes, an't please your Majesty."
"Pray," says the king to him, "if you hav'nt forgot what you said, let us have some taste of your fine florid speech; let us have a specimen of some flowers of your rhetoric, and a few of the main things on which you insisted."
Whereupon, Mr. Story told us that he readily made answer, "I told them, an't please your Majesty, that it was you that fired the city of London."
"A rare rogue, upon my word," said the king. "And pray what else did you tell them?"
"I told them," said he, "an't please your
Majesty, that you poisoned your brother."
"Impudence in the utmost height of it," said the king; "pray let us hear something further, if your memory serves you."
"I further told them," said Mr. Story, "that your Majesty appeared to be fully determined to make the nation both Papists and slaves."
By this time, the king seemed to have heard enough of the prisoner's speech; and, therefore, crying out, "A rogue with a witness;" and cutting off short, he said, "to all this, I doubt not but a thousand other villanous things were added. But what would you say, Story, if, after all this, I should grant you your life?"
To which he, without any demur, made answer, that he should pray heartily for his Majesty as long as he lived.
"Why, then," said the king, "I freely pardon the past; and hope you will not, for the future, represent your king as inexorable."