Cardinal Pole; Or, The Days of Philip and Mary: An Historical RomanceAinsworth, William Harrison
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Cardinal Pole; Or, The Days of Philip and Mary: An Historical Romance
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Great Britain -- History -- Mary I, 1553-1558 -- Fiction; Pole, Reginald, 1500-1558 -- Fiction
The court had not been long at Windsor Castle, ere most of the Spanish
grandees who had accompanied Philip, finding that owing to the terms of
the marriage-treaty, which were strictly enforced by Gardiner and the
council, no posts could be given them in the government, quitted England
in disgust. As the Duke of Alva took leave of the King, he observed, “I
am loth to leave your Majesty with this people, but as you have no
present need of my services, while I may be of use to the Emperor, I
deem it best to go.”
“Have no fears for me, my lord Duke,” replied Philip. “I am perfectly
secure. I have paid a heavy price for the support of the English
nobles—but I think I can count upon it.”
“Do not trust them, Sire. The English nobles are treacherous as corrupt,
and will fall off when most needed. Had your Majesty but listened to me,
and pursued the bold course I suggested, you might now be King of
England—not in name, merely, but in reality. It is not yet too late. Say
the word and I remain.”
“No; you must go, Alva. I grieve to part with you, as with my other
nobles, but your presence here is prejudicial to my plans.”
“I see not how that can be, Sire. You yield too much to English
prejudices. Pardon me for saying so, but you ought to be lord and master
in your own house, and not subject to your wife—albeit she is a Queen.”
“Why so I am, Alva,” replied the King, smiling. “Her Majesty refuses me
nothing.”
“Except the matrimonial crown, Sire,” said the Duke, bluntly. “She will
not give you that. Neither will she place the supreme power of
government in your hands, nor cause you to be declared presumptive heir
to the crown.”
“She dare not do so, Alva,” observed Philip, coldly.
“I know not that,” said the Duke. “For such a result all should be
dared.”
“Her Majesty will accede to my wishes in due time,” said the King.
“Should there be an heir to the throne, all difficulties will be
removed.”
“Ay, if there should—but the event may never occur,” cried Alva,
impatiently. “Again I say, why wait? With such a prize within your
grasp, why hesitate to seize it? Oh! that your Majesty would leave the
work to me.”
“I could not trust you,” said the King. “You would ruin all by
precipitancy. My plan is slow, but sure. Farewell, my lord Duke. The
saints give you a good journey to Brussels. Commend me in all love and
duty to the Emperor, and say that in due time I trust he will have a
grandson.”
“Would I could add that heresy were completely extirpated from the
realm, and the papal supremacy re-established,” observed Alva.
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