It was thus he avoided Warwick,within whose Castle (that fairest monument of ancient and chivalrous splendour which yet remains uninjured by time)Elizabeth had passed the previous night,and where she was to tarry until past noon,at that time the general hour of dinner throughout England,after which repast she was to proceed to Kenilworth,In the meanwhile,each passing group had something to say in the Sovereign's praise,though not absolutely without the usual mixture of satire which qualifies more or less our estimate of our neighbours,especially if they chance to be also our betters.
Heard you,said.one,how graciously she spoke to Master Bailiff and the Recorder,and to good Master Griffin the preacher,as they kneeled down at her coach-window?Ay,and how she said to little Aglionby,'Master Recorder,men would have persuaded me that you were afraid of me,but truly Ithink,so well did you reckon up to me the virtues of a sovereign,that I have more reason to be afraid of you.'and then with what grace she took the fair-wrought purse with the twenty gold sovereigns,seeming as though she would not willingly handle it,and yet taking it withal.Ay,ay,said another,her fingers closed on it pretty willingly methought,when all was done;and methought,too,she weighed them for a second in her hand,as she would say,I hope they be avoirdupois.She needed not,neighbour,said a third;it is only when the corporation pay the accounts of a poor handicraft like me,that they put him off with clipped coin.Well,there is a God above all--little Master Recorder,since that is the word,will be greater now than ever.Come,good neighbour,said the first speaker be not envious.
She is a good Queen,and a generous;she gave the purse to the Earl of Leicester.I envious?--beshrew thy heart for the word!replied the handicraft.But she will give all to the Earl of Leicester anon,methinks.You are turning ill,lady,said Wayland Smith to the Countess of Leicester,and proposed that she should draw off from the road,and halt till she recovered.But,subduing her feelings at this and different speeches to the same purpose,which caught her ear as they passed on,she insisted that her guide should proceed to Kenilworth with all the haste which the numerous impediments of their journey permitted.Meanwhile,Wayland's anxiety at her repeated fits of indisposition,and her obvious distraction of mind,was hourly increasing,and he became extremely desirous that,according to her reiterated requests,she should be safely introduced into the Castle,where,he doubted not,she was secure of a kind reception,though she seemed unwilling to reveal on whom she reposed her hopes.
An I were once rid of this peril,thought he,and if any man shall find me playing squire of the body to a damosel-errant,he shall have leave to beat my brains out with my own sledge-hammer!
At length the princely Castle appeared,upon improving which,and the domains around,the Earl of Leicester had,it is said,expended sixty thousand pounds sterling,a sum equal to half a million of our present money.
The outer wall of this splendid and gigantic structure enclosed seven acres,a part of which was occupied by extensive stables,and by a pleasure garden,with its trim arbours and parterres,and the rest formed the large base-court or outer yard of the noble Castle.The lordly structure itself,which rose near the centre of this spacious enclosure,was composed of a huge pile of magnificent castellated buildings,apparently of different ages,surrounding an inner court,and bearing in the names attached to each portion of the magnificent mass,and in the armorial bearings which were there blazoned,the emblems of mighty chiefs who had long passed away,and whose history,could Ambition have lent ear to it,might have read a lesson to the haughty favourite who had now acquired and was augmenting the fair domain.A large and massive Keep,which formed the citadel of the Castle,was of uncertain though great antiquity.It bore the name of Caesar,perhaps from its resemblance to that in the Tower of London so called.Some antiquaries ascribe its foundation to the time of Kenelph,from whom the Castle had its name,a Saxon King of Mercia,and others to an early era after the Norman Conquest.On the exterior walls frowned the scutcheon of the Clintons,by whom they were founded in the reign of Henry I.;and of the yet more redoubted Simon de Montfort,by whom,during the Barons'wars,Kenilworth was long held out against Henry III.Here Mortimer,Earl of March,famous alike for his rise and his fall,had once gaily revelled in Kenilworth,while his dethroned sovereign,Edward II.,languished in its dungeons.Old John of Gaunt,time-honoured Lancaster,had widely extended the Castle,erecting that noble and massive pile which yet bears the name of Lancaster's Buildings;and Leicester himself had outdone the former possessors,princely and powerful as they were,by erecting another immense structure,which now lies crushed under its own ruins,the monument of its owner's ambition.The external wall of this royal Castle was,on the south and west sides,adorned and defended by a lake partly artificial,across which Leicester had constructed a stately bridge,that Elizabeth might enter the Castle by a path hitherto untrodden,instead of the usual entrance to the northward,over which he had erected a gatehouse or barbican,which still exists,and is equal in extent,and superior in architecture,to the baronial castle of many a northern chief.
