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Vote for Ralegh. 67
have little caution. He loveth effect. People shall admire him there; saying, How brave Sir Walter dresses! What a cap! How bright his jewel! What a doublet! Oh, those fantastic slops! Ah, those raised shoes! Behold that trinket! See those Emeralds! Are not the Pearls orient? Of what carat that Diamond? Rubies of price! Beyond all, graceful plumes! matched tissues, contrasted colours! The taste, the feeling, the art he hath in these things!
Then for his household. The meiny, their liveries, the horses, their foorcloths and caparisons, his carriage, his litter, his barges, wherries and their .furniture! What picked men! How choice the music, the perfume! Should not all this be illustrated in my Lord Deputy for Ireland? Oh, the luxury, the display! Then for his Plate— but you have not banqueted in Islington? You know not? Art not free to his worship's entertainments? Then would it be preposterous to blazon the sumptuous, rare, and exquisite conditions of Sir Walter and his beautiful lady.
But wherefore so few guests? Why so scarce his capand-knee friends? Why is he, the most excellent man of our time in this kind, still the hatedest of all? Is it for detraction wiU not suffer him ?—Nay! Is it for he be not honest ?—Nay! nor the world careth not for that so he be rich! Yet you shall not find, within those lines he hath formed for himself, a more exacter man than Ralegh; with a conscience, though 't be not so nice, may be, as your own, yet punctilious enough. Here is one, look you, who from the altitude of his moral chopine looketh, as the French say, 'de haut en bas' on all. From a King to a Cacique; from the Queen to her poor Chamberlain: as who should say, "Thou art nobody! Lo, I am that ingenious discoverer, that learned wit, that great, valiant, and bravely clad Sir Walter Ralegh, with whom her Grace delighteth to converse: of whom the Scots' King hath a jealous suspect; whose brain is thought too subtle for the Council, but whose counsel guideth her who ruleth over all! I shall not need to derogate to a Peerage—I!"
You mail not, Master Secretary, prevail on such an one to go as a Deputy any where—least of all to Ireland. Albeit he hath many thousand acres there worth the looking after. All cunning is not wisdom, sir! Would you have such an one rejoice in the ragged admiration of kerns and i galloglasses ?—the observed of their unkempt spouses?
Go to! Go to! 'Twas but a feint. You thought, if Essex for Deputy. 69
there were talk, of Ralegh for that place, you should soon have my Lord os Essex on his knee soliciting—Eh? Cobham shewed that card unwittingly; but 'tis your only game. Not new nor handsome, truly, for Leicester played it, and more than once; and there were many ugly practices i' the packing, which would ask more daring than craft. Art resolved, Mr. Secretary, to go on with 't? Here's one ambitious enough! All for glory! You have heard of 'his war-cries ?" England!" "S. George!" "Entramos!" "Victory!" Fan his ambition, tickle his love of glory, emulate his chivalry, touch his love of country to the top of his bent, you shall not need to play your dirty game out!
As was Comet among beasts, so was Essex among men. Start not at the brute comparison! A noble horse cometh not so far after a generous man, as a base villain lags behind a tricky jade.
With high aspirings, large faith in his own honour, a fond hope of better things possible, Essex had ambition of the victorious mould. Twas to an end of goodness. Now would he be Emperour, Kaiser or Cæsar, King or Deputy, Marshal or Voluntary, so honour led him on. Say there
be renown awaiting him i' th' land o' Prester John, straight would he order 'Zekiel to horse! Talk with him o' the Turke, he'll strike the roundels on his shield's chief estatically! Let him see his case of proof, hear a trumpet clang, a steed neigh, a drum beat, then is his whole spirit stirred. A plumed troop, a royal banner out o' the window, you shall see him rouse, sick though he be, miracled to a cure o' th' instant!
Proffer him meed and hire, plunder or ransom, his brow contracts, his eye blinks, his cheek flares, his lip twitches— he holdeth his head erect, with an impatient gesture and a curt step, turning o' the heel!" In vain," saith the wise man, "is the net spread i' the sight of any bird." You may lime bushes for small finches, Alerion lighteth not on your twigs! You may provoke his jealousy, sir, and that you seem just cunning enough to devise; but you shall not entangle him in your plots.
"Parce puer Jlimulis etfortius utere loris 1"
Our discontented counties do revolt;
King John, act. v. sc. i.
YR OEN was now in hot rebellion. For, though he had obtained a pardon under the Great Seal of Ireland, dissemblingly craving the same from the Earl of Ormonde, he now besieged at unawares the Fort at Blackwater. And having slain thirteen stout captains, and fifteen hundred of the common sol