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
her answer that she would advise the Queen of Scots to bear her
condition with less impatience, or she might chance to find some of
those on whom she relied shorter by a head.' Oh, my lord,' I cried;
'my dear Phil! God send she was not speaking of his grace your
father!' 'Nan,' quoth he, 'she looked at his grace the next day with
looks of so great anger and disdain, that my lord of Leicester--that
false and villainous knave--gave signs of so great triumph as if his
grace was even on his way to the Tower. Beshrew me, if I would not
run my rapier through his body if I could!' 'And where is his grace
at present?' I asked. 'He came to town night,' quoth my lord, 'with
my Arundel, and this morning went Kenninghall.' After this for some
days I heard no more, for a new tutor came to my lord, who suffers
him not to stay in the waiting-room with his grace's gentlemen, and
keeps so strict a hand over him touching his studies, that in his
brief hours of recreation he would rather play at quoits, and other
active pastimes, than converse with his lady. Alack! I wish he were
a few years older, and I should have more comfort of him than now,
when I must needs put up with his humors, which be as changeful, by
reason of his great youth, as the lights and shades on the grass
'neath an aspen-tree. I must be throwing a ball for hours, or
learning a stage-part, when I would fain speak of the weighty
matters which be on hand, such as I have told you of. Howsoever, as
good luck would have it, my Lady Lumley sent for me to spend
the day with her; and from her ladyship I learnt that his grace had
written to the queen that he had withdrawn from the court because of
the pain he felt at her displeasure, and his mortification at the
treatment he had been subjected to by the insolence of his foes, by
whom he has been made a common table talk; and that her majesty had
laid upon him her commands straightway to return to court. That was
all was known that day; but at the very time that I was writing the
first of these woeful tidings to you, Mistress Constance, his grace--
whom I now know that I do love dearly, and with a true daughter's
heart, by the dreadful fear and pain I am in--was arrested at
Burnham, where he had stopped on his road to Windsor, and committed
to the Tower. Alack! alack! what will follow? I will leave this my
letter open until I have further news to send.
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