Constance Sherwood: An Autobiography of the Sixteenth CenturyFullerton, Georgiana
History
Constance Sherwood: An Autobiography of the Sixteenth Century
Fullerton, Georgiana
Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction
He has a most excellent memory. If he has but once heard out of any
English or Latin book so much read as is contained in a leaf, he
will forthwith perfectly repeat it. My Lord Henry, his uncle, for a
trial, invented twenty long and difficult words a few days back,
which he had never seen or heard before; yet did he recite them
readily, every one in the same order as they were written, having
only once read them over. But, touching that matter of obedience,
which I care not to gainsay, 'tis not easy at present to obey my
lord my husband, and his grace his father, and Mistress Fawcett,
too, who holds as strict a hand over the Countess of Surrey as over
Mistress Ann Dacre; for the commands of these my rulers do not at
all times accord: but I pray to God I may do my duty, and be a good
wife to my lord; and I wish, as I said before, my grandmother
had been here, and that I had been favored with her good counsel,
and had had the benefit of shrift and spiritual advice ere I entered
on this stage of my life, which is so new to me, who was but a child
a few weeks ago, and am yet treated as such in more respects than
one.
"My lord has told me a secret which Higford, his father's servant,
let out to him; and 'tis something so weighty and of so great
import, that since he left me my thoughts have been truants from my
books, and Monsieur Sebastian, who comes to practice us on the lute,
stopped his ears, and cried out that the Signora Contessa had no
mercy on him, so to murther his compositions. Tis not the part of a
true wife to reveal her husband's secrets, or else I would tell you,
Mistress Constance, this great news, which I can with trouble keep
to myself; and I shall not be easy till I have seen my lord again,
which should be when we walk in the garden this evening; but I pray
to God he may not be off instead to the Mall, to play at kittlepins;
for then I have small chance to get speech with him to-day. Mr.
Martin is my very good friend, and reminds the earl of his duty to
his lady; but if my lord comes at his bidding, when he would be
elsewhere than in my company, 'tis little contentment I have in his
visits.
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