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be no let: if not, there should be no grace. He had not leisure to discourse the matter; nor would he move in't till he was 'ware."

"Good and honest as ever !" quoth Sir Thomas.

"And Francis had another scheme,* some zealous preachers,' saith he,* who shall not be scholastic'"

"Out—out! interrupted the Vicar." The Homilies be good, the Prayer-book better, the Bible best of all: but from ignorant yet zealous preachers what shall poor folk get? Fanatic mischiefs, vulgar schisms, all manner of puffed vanities!"

"Fie, fie, Master Francis! Fie, fie! The blind lead the blind! Fie, fie!"

"What can one teach but what he hath learned?"

"And how shall he know aught without scholarship?"

"An there be no spring to feed the fountain, how shall the waters flow?"

"When his little stock be spent, shall he not beg, borrow, or steal from some one?"

"Or use up his own material?"

"Yea! or twaddle away the time?"

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dozen. I' the daytime you shall see the sun: the night cometh in the dark. Evil men be naught; a wise man hath understanding."

"Or haply hold his peace—eh?"

"Oh, that he would! Oh, that he would!"

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CHAPTER XVI.

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"Et quoniam variant morbi, variabimus artes;
Milk male species, mille salutis erunt."

Ovid, R. A. 525.

HERE were now two factions in the Court. The Earls of Shrewsbury and Nottingham, the Lords Thomas Howard, Cobham, Grey, Sir Walter Ralegh, and Sir George Carew, on the one part: on the other, the Earls of Worcester and Rutland, Lords Mountjoye, Rich, Harry Howard, Lumley, Sir Edward Dier, Mr. Comptroller (Knollys), and many Knights.

The former dined with Master Secretary, the latter sate at the Master of the Horse's table.

My Lord Effingham (the Lord Admiral's son) was constantly with my Lord, professing friendship: and so was Duress. 225

Harry Howard, but, as folk whispered, his Lordship was a " ranter, and not to be trusted."

Her Grace now orders the Earl into durance at York House; my Lord Keeper to have his charge. Twas a hard-natured act as might be; for Essex was troubled with the Irish flux, being very ill. And presently he gat the stone, and a stranguillon, and a grinding of the kidneys, which took from him all stomach and rest. Added to which his poor Countess had just borne a daughter; and was extremely troubled that she neither saw nor heard from her dear husband, now so near at hand and returned.

But what were the bodily pangs of her servant Essex who had wasted himself to that royal lady, herself now in such healthful vigour? And how should she sympathize with the anxious wife, and newly-pained mother, who had ever contemned domestical bonds? Indeed she sent Dr. Brown to see the Earl, and, under medical advice, gave liberty of the garden to my Lord: but Sir Walter falling sick on this relaxation, her Grace allowed no farther.

The Queen now willed it that her late Deputy should write upon the state of Ireland: not that there was more to be learned than had already been disclosed; but it would be

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convenient to have more material upon which to question the delinquent. "Without help of my papers," quoth my Lord, " to make a more full declaration of all things, I am not able; being in that state of body that this which I have written is painfully set down."

And not only did the Earl humble himself before the Queen, complying with her most frivolous injunctions; but his house, which had been kept open for the family and his particulars, was now closed, lest the company, resorting thither with condolences, should offend against her Highness. Nay! his very servants would not make merry; fearing it should be taken ill. Sir Christopher St. Lawrence, at an ordinary, took a cup and drank it to the health of my Lord of Essex, and confusion to his enemies. Presently he was called in question for it. None stood the Earl's friend in Court but my Lady Scrope, her Grace's cousin; for his best friends refrained her Majesty's presence altogether, solacing themselves at stage plays daily, rather than irritate her Grace with bootless importunities.

There were those, indeed, who tried to reconcile the Secretary and my Lord: but it was as the mixing oil and vinegar in your sallet; they will anon fret and disjoin.

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