Men say,thus ran his thoughts,in these anxious and repentant moments,that I might marry Elizabeth,and become King of England.All things suggest this.The match is carolled in ballads,while the rabble throw their caps up.It has been touched upon in the schools--whispered in the presence-chamber--recommended from the pulpit--prayed for in the Calvinistic churches abroad--touched on by statists in the very council at home.These bold insinuations have been rebutted by no rebuke,no resentment,no chiding,scarce even by the usual female protestation that she would live and die a virgin princess.Her words have been more courteous than ever,though she knows such rumours are abroad--her actions more gracious,her looks more kind--nought seems wanting to make me King of England,and place me beyond the storms of court-favour,excepting the putting forth of mine own hand to take that crown imperial which is the glory of the universe!And when I might stretch that hand out most boldly,it is fettered down by a secret and inextricable bond!
And here I have letters from Amy,he would say,catching them up with a movement of peevishness,persecuting me to acknowledge her openly--to do justice to her and to myself--and I wot not what.Methinks I have done less than justice to myself already.
And she speaks as if Elizabeth were to receive the knowledge of this matter with the glee of a mother hearing of the happy marriage of a hopeful son!She,the daughter of Henry,who spared neither man in his anger nor woman in his desire--she to find herself tricked,drawn on with toys of passion to the verge of acknowledging her love to a subject,and he discovered to be a married man!--Elizabeth to learn that she had been dallied with in such fashion,as a gay courtier might trifle with a country wench--we should then see,to our ruin,FURENS QUID FAEMINA!He would then pause,and call for Varney,whose advice was now more frequently resorted to than ever,because the Earl remembered the remonstrances which he had made against his secret contract.And their consultation usually terminated in anxious deliberation how,or in what manner,the Countess was to be produced at Kenilworth.These communings had for some time ended always in a resolution to delay the Progress from day to day.
But at length a peremptory decision became necessary.
Elizabeth will not be satisfied without her presence,said the Earl.Whether any suspicion hath entered her mind,as my own apprehensions suggest,or whether the petition of Tressilian is kept in her memory by Sussex or some other secret enemy,I know not;but amongst all the favourable expressions which she uses to me,she often recurs to the story of Amy Robsart.I think that Amy is the slave in the chariot,who is placed there by my evil fortune to dash and to confound my triumph,even when at the highest.Show me thy device,Varney,for solving the inextricable difficulty.I have thrown every such impediment in the way of these accursed revels as I could propound even with a shade of decency,but to-day's interview has put all to a hazard.
She said to me kindly,but peremptorily,'We will give you no further time for preparations,my lord,lest you should altogether ruin yourself.On Saturday,the 9th of July,we will be with you at Kenilworth.We pray you to forget none of our appointed guests and suitors,and in especial this light-o'-love,Amy Robsart.We would wish to see the woman who could postpone yonder poetical gentleman,Master Tressilian,to your man,Richard Varney.'--Now,Varney,ply thine invention,whose forge hath availed us so often for sure as my name is Dudley,the danger menaced by my horoscope is now darkening around me.Can my lady be by no means persuaded to bear for a brief space the obscure character which circumstances impose on her?Said Varney after some hesitation.
How,sirrah?my Countess term herself thy wife!--that may neither stand with my honour nor with hers.Alas!my lord,answered Varney,and yet such is the quality in which Elizabeth now holds her;and to contradict this opinion is to discover all.Think of something else,Varney,said the Earl,in great agitation;this invention is nought.If I could give way to it,she would not;for I tell thee,Varney,if thou knowest it not,that not Elizabeth on the throne has more pride than the daughter of this obscure gentleman of Devon.She is flexible in many things,but where she holds her honour brought in question she hath a spirit and temper as apprehensive as lightning,and as swift in execution.We have experienced that,my lord,else had we not been thus circumstanced,said Varney.But what else to suggest I know not.Methinks she whose good fortune in becoming your lordship's bride,and who gives rise to the danger,should do somewhat towards parrying it.It is impossible,said the Earl,waving his hand;I know neither authority nor entreaties would make her endure thy name for an hour.
It is somewhat hard,though,said Varney,in a dry tone;and,without pausing on that topic,he added,Suppose some one were found to represent her?Such feats have been performed in the courts of as sharp-eyed monarchs as Queen Elizabeth.Utter madness,Varney,answered the Earl;the counterfeit would be confronted with Tressilian,and discovery become inevitable,Tressilian might be removed from court,said the unhesitating Varney.
And by what means?
