You smile,my Lord of Southampton--perchance I make your player's verse halt through my bad memory.But let it suffice let there be no more of this mad matter.And as Tressilian kept the posture of one who would willingly be heard,though,at the same time,expressive of the deepest reverence,the Queen added with some impatience,What would the man have?The wench cannot wed both of you?She has made her election--not a wise one perchance--but she is Varney's wedded wife.My suit should sleep there,most gracious Sovereign,said Tressilian,and with my suit my revenge.But I hold this Varney's word no good warrant for the truth.Had that doubt been elsewhere urged,answered Varney,my sword--THY sword!interrupted Tressilian scornfully;with her Grace's leave,my sword shall show--Peace,you knaves,both!said the Queen;know you where you are?--This comes of your feuds,my lords,she added,looking towards Leicester and Sussex;your followers catch your own humour,and must bandy and brawl in my court and in my very presence,like so many Matamoros.--Look you,sirs,he that speaks of drawing swords in any other quarrel than mine or England's,by mine honour,I'll bracelet him with iron both on wrist and ankle!She then paused a minute,and resumed in a milder tone,I must do justice betwixt the bold and mutinous knaves notwithstanding.--My Lord of Leicester,will you warrant with your honour--that is,to the best of your belief--that your servant speaks truth in saying he hath married this Amy Robsart?This was a home-thrust,and had nearly staggered Leicester.But he had now gone too far to recede,and answered,after a moment's hesitation,To the best of my belief--indeed on my certain knowledge--she is a wedded wife.Gracious madam,said Tressilian,may I yet request to know,when and under what circumstances this alleged marriage--Out,sirrah,answered the Queen;ALLEGED marriage!Have you not the word of this illustrious Earl to warrant the truth of what his servant says?But thou art a loser--thinkest thyself such at least--and thou shalt have indulgence;we will look into the matter ourself more at leisure.--My Lord of Leicester,Itrust you remember we mean to taste the good cheer of your Castle of Kenilworth on this week ensuing.We will pray you to bid our good and valued friend,the Earl of Sussex,to hold company with us there.If the noble Earl of Sussex,said Leicester,bowing to his rival with the easiest and with the most graceful courtesy,will so far honour my poor house,I will hold it an additional proof of the amicable regard it is your Grace's desire we should entertain towards each other.Sussex was more embarrassed.I should,said he,madam,be but a clog on your gayer hours,since my late severe illness.And have you been indeed so very ill?said Elizabeth,looking on him with more attention than before;you are,in faith,strangely altered,and deeply am I grieved to see it.But be of good cheer--we will ourselves look after the health of so valued a servant,and to whom we owe so much.Masters shall order your diet;and that we ourselves may see that he is obeyed,you must attend us in this progress to Kenilworth.This was said so peremptorily,and at the same time with so much kindness,that Sussex,however unwilling to become the guest of his rival,had no resource but to bow low to the Queen in obedience to her commands,and to express to Leicester,with blunt courtesy,though mingled with embarrassment,his acceptance of his invitation.As the Earls exchanged compliments on the occasion,the Queen said to her High Treasurer,Methinks,my lord,the countenances of these our two noble peers resemble those of the two famed classic streams,the one so dark and sad,the other so fair and noble.My old Master Ascham would have chid me for forgetting the author.It is Caesar,as I think.
See what majestic calmness sits on the brow of the noble Leicester,while Sussex seems to greet him as if he did our will indeed,but not willingly.The doubt of your Majesty's favour,answered the Lord Treasurer,may perchance occasion the difference,which does not--as what does?--escape your Grace's eye.Such doubt were injurious to us,my lord,replied the Queen.
We hold both to be near and dear to us,and will with impartiality employ both in honourable service for the weal of our kingdom.But we will break their further conference at present.--My Lords of Sussex and Leicester,we have a word more with you.'Tressilian and Varney are near your persons--you will see that they attend you at Kenilworth.And as we shall then have both Paris and Menelaus within our call,so we will have the same fair Helen also,whose fickleness has caused this broil.--Varney,thy wife must be at Kenilworth,and forthcoming at my order.--My Lord of Leicester,we expect you will look to this.The Earl and his follower bowed low and raised their heads,without daring to look at the Queen,or at each other,for both felt at the instant as if the nets and toils which their own falsehood had woven were in the act of closing around them.The Queen,however,observed not their confusion,but proceeded to say,My Lords of Sussex and Leicester,we require your presence at the privy-council to be presently held,where matters of importance are to be debated.We will then take the water for our divertisement,and you,my lords,will attend us.--And that reminds us of a circumstance.--Do you,Sir Squire of the Soiled Cassock(distinguishing Raleigh by a smile),fail not to observe that you are to attend us on our progress.You shall be supplied with suitable means to reform your wardrobe.And so terminated this celebrated audience,in which,as throughout her life,Elizabeth united the occasional caprice of her sex with that sense and sound policy in which neither man nor woman ever excelled her.
