Great Britain -- History -- Revolution of 1688 -- Fiction; James II, King of England, 1633-1701 -- Fiction
The King smiled sternly.
"No confusion could be worse than what we now endure—perhaps alone ye
can put it straight."
They looked at each other. In their hearts they all knew that the King,
and the King alone held them together and kept them from France; to the
Whigs his departure would mean ruin, and among the Tories there was not
one man capable of undertaking a tithe of what the King—who had foreign
affairs exclusively in his hands—performed.
"What is Your Majesty’s reason for this bitter resolve?" cried
Caermarthen.
"I am needed in Holland," said William. "I have, my lord, my lifework
to do. There are certain things put to my hand for me to accomplish,
and I have pursued them through too many difficulties to be thwarted now
by the disputes of the English Parliament——"
He spoke with a sudden force that lashed them.
"I took this crown," he added, holding his hand to his breast, "that I
might, with God His help, put England in her ancient place among
nations, not that I might lose myself in heated factions and blind
animosities."
"If Your Majesty desert us we are all undone," said Caermarthen
passionately.
"Ah, my lords," answered William, "I am not of a nature to be the puppet
between your parties. God gave me a disposition different—I cannot mix
in these your politics."
His cough interrupted him; he gave a little shudder, and sank back into
the walnut-backed chair.
"There are some things beyond a man’s strength," he said hoarsely, "and
I, hampered as I am, cannot govern England."
"I," cried Halifax sincerely, "have tried to help Your Majesty——"
"And what is your reward?" asked William quickly. "Parliament is so
pressing on you, my lord, that I shall have to forego your services—what
is any honest man’s reward in this country? As angry dogs ye rend each
other. My God, will there never be an end to these dissensions?"
He crushed the rough draft of his speech up in his hand and flung it on
the table.
"There is my answer to this question," he said, and made to rise again,
but Shrewsbury came forward and cast himself on his knees before him.
"I entreat Your Majesty to consider—to reflect—to spare us, to spare
this unhappy country——"
The King looked wildly but not unkindly into the fair, agitated young
face.
"I cannot do what you want of me," he answered. "Everything I do
displeaseth—I stand for toleration and ye will have no manner of
toleration—hath not the Indemnity Bill become a Bill of Pains and
Penalties? Is not Parliament busy looking up charges of twenty years
ago against men of position? Is not the Church crying out against the
Dissenters, and the Dissenters against the Papists?"
They were all silent; Shrewsbury on his knees by the King’s chair.
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