they what they might, were operating in his favour. Elizabeth did not long leave him in doubt; for the more than favour with which she accosted him, decided his triumph in the eyes of his rival, and of the assembled court of England-Thou hast a prating servant of this same Varney, my lord,' she said; it is lucky you trust him with nothing that can hurt you in our opinion, for believe me, he would keep no counsel.'

From your Highness,' said Leicester, dropping gracefully on one knee, 'it were treason he should. I would that my heart itself lay before you, barer than the tongue of any servant could strip it.'

What, my lord,' said Elizabeth, looking kindly upon him, is there no one little corner over which you would wish to spread a veil? Ah! I see you are confused at the question, and your Queen knows she should not look too deeply into her servants' motives for their faithful duty, lest she see what might, or at least ought to displease her.'

Relieved by these last words, Leicester broke out into a torrent of expressions of deep and passionate attachment, which perhaps, at that moment were not altogether fictitious. The mingled emotions which had at first overcome him, had now given way to the energetic vigour with which he had determined to support his place in the Queen's favour; and never did he seem to Elizabeth more eloquent, more handsome, more interesting, than while, kneeling at her feet, he conjured her to strip him of all his power, but to leave him the name of her servant- Take from the poor Dudley,' he exclaimed, all that your bounty has made him, and bid him be the poor gentleman he was when your Grace first shone on him; leave him no more than his cloak and his sword, but let him still boast he has→→→ what in word or deed he never forfeited the regard of his adored Queen and mistress !'

'No, Dudley!' said Elizabeth, raising him with one hand, while she extended the other that he might kiss it; Elizabeth hath not forgotten that, whilst you were a poor gentleman, despoiled of your hereditary rank, she was as poor a princess, and that in her cause you then ventured all that oppression had left you-your life and honour.-Rise, my lord, and let my hand go!-Rise, and be what you have ever been, the grace of our court, and the support of our throne. Your mistress may be forced to chide your misdemeanours, but never without owning your merits.-And so help me God,' she added, turning to the audience, who, with various feelings, witnessed this interesting scene,- So help me God, gentlemen, as I think never sovereign had a truer servant than I have in this noble Earl.'

A murmur of assent rose from the Leicestrian faction, which the friends of Sussex dared not oppose. They remained with their eyes fixed on the ground, dismayed as well as mortified by the public and absolute triumph of their opponents. Leicester's first use of the familiarity to which the Queen had so publicly restored him, was to ask her commands concerning Varney's offence. Although,' he said, the fellow deserves nothing from me but displeasure, yet, might I presume to intercede'

I truth, we had forgotten his matter,' said the Queen; and it was ill done of us, who owe justice to our meanest, as well as our highest subject. We are pleased, my lord, that you were the first to recall the ma ter to our memory.-Where is Tressilian, the accuser ?-let him come before us.'

Tressilian appeared, and made a low and beseeming reverence. His person, as we have elsewhere observed, had an air of grace and even of nobleness, which did not escape Queen Elizabeth's critical observation, She

looked at him with attention as he stood before her unabashed, but with an air of the deepest dejection.

I cannot but grieve for this gentleman,' she said to Leicester. I have inquired concerning him, and his presence confirms what I heard, that he is a scholar and a soldier, well accomplished both in arts and arms. We women, my lord, are fanciful in our choice-I had said now, to judge by the eye, there was no comparison to be held betwixt your follower and this gentleman. But Varney is a well spoken fellow, and to speak truth, that goes far with us of the weaker sex. Look you, Master Tressilian, a bolt lost is not a bow broken. Your true affection, as I will hold it to be, hath been, it seems, but ill requited; but you have scholarship, and you know there have been false Cressidas to be found, from the Trojan war downwards. Forget, good sir, this Lady Light a' Love-teach your affection to see with a wiser eye. This we say to you, more from the writings of learned men, than our own knowledge, being, as we are, far removed by station and will, from the enlargement of experience in such idle toys of humorous passion, For this dame's father, we can make his grief the less, by advancing his son-in-law to such station as may enable him to give an honourable support to his bride. Thou shalt not be forgotten thyself Tressilian-follow our court, and thou shalt see that a true Troilus hath some claim on our grace. Think of what that arch-knave Shakspeare says—a plague on him, his toys come into my head when I should think of other matter-Stay, how goes it?

Cressid was your's, tied with the bonds of heaven;
These bouds of heaven are slipt, dissolved and loosed,
And with another knot five fingers tied,

The fragments of her faith are bound to Diomed.

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 war

rant 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 shew'.

Peace, you knaves both,' said the Queen; 'know you where you are? -This comes of your feuds, my lords,' she added, looking towards Leices ter 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 ancle!' 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'

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'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-think'st thyself such at least-and thou shalt have indulgence-we will look into the matter ourself more at leisure.-My Lord of Leicester, I trust 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 that 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 Cæsar, 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 farther 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 will then have both Paris and Menelaus within our call, so we will have this same fair Helen also, whose fickleness has caused this broil.-Varney, thy wife must be at Kenilworth, and forth coming at my order.-My Lord of Leicester, we expect you will look to this.'

The Earl and his followers 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.

CHAPTER XVII.

Well, then-our course is chosen-spread the sail-
Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well-
Look to the helm, good master-many a shoal
Marks this stern coast, and rocks, where sits the Syren,
Who, like ambition lures men to their ruin.

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THE SHIPWRECK.

DURING the brief interval that intervened betwixt the dismissal of the audience and the sitting of the privy council, Leicester had time to reflect that he had that morning sealed his own fate. It was impossible for him now,' he thought, after having in the face of all that was honourable in England, pledged his truth (though in ambiguous phrase) for the statement of Varney, to contradict or disavow it, without exposing himself, not merely to the loss of court-favour, but to the highest displeasure of the Queen, his deceived mistress, and to the scorn and contempt at once of his rival and of all his compeers.' This certainty rushed at once on his mind, together with all the difficulties which he would necessarily be exposed to in preserving a secret, which seemed now equally essential to his safety, to his power, and to his honour. He was situated like one who walks upon ice, ready to give way around him, and whose only safety consists in moving onwards, by firm and unvacillating steps. The Queen's favour, to preserve which he had made such sacrifices, must now be secured by all means and at all haz ards-it was the only plank which he could cling to in the tempest. He must settle himself, therefore, to the task of not only preserving, but augmenting the Queen's partiality-He must be the favourite of Elizabeth, or a man utterly shipwrecked in fortune and in honour. All other considerations must be laid aside for the moment, and he repelled the intrusive thoughts which forced on his mind the image of Amy, by saying to himself, there would be time to think hereafter how he was to escape from the labyrinth ultimately, since the pilot, who sees a Scylla under his bows, must not for the time think of the more distant dangers of Charybdis.

In this mood, the earl of Leicester that day assumed his chair at the council table of Elizabeth; and when the hours of business were over, in this same mood did he occupy an honoured place near to her, during her

pleasure excursion on the Thames. And never did he display to more advantage his powers as a politician of the first rank, or his parts as an accomplished courtier.

It chanced that in that day's council, matters were agitated touching the affairs of the unfortunate Mary, the seventh year of whose captivity in England was now in doleful currency. There had been opinions in favour of this unhappy princess laid before Elizabeth's council, and supported with much strength of argument by Sussex and others, who dwelt more upon the law of nations and the breach of hospitality, than, however, softened or qualified, was agreeable to the Queen's ear. Leicester adopted the contrary opinion with great animation and eloquence, and described the necessity of continuing the severe restraint of the Queen of Scots, as a measure essential to the safety of the kingdom, and particularly of Elizabeth's sacred person, the lightest hair of whose head he maintained, ought, in their lordships' estimation, to be matter of more deep and anxious concern, than the life and fortunes of a rival, who, after setting up a vain and unjust pretence to the throne of England, was now, even while in the bosom of her country, the constant hope and theme of all enemies to Elizabeth, whether at home or abroad. He ended by craving pardon of their lordships, if in the zeal of speech he had given any offence; but the Queen's safety was a theme which hurried him beyond his usual moderation of debate.

Elizabeth chid him, but not severely, for the weight which he attached unduly to her personal interests; yet she owned, that since it had been the pleasure of heaven to combine those interests with the weal of her subjects, she did only her duty when she adopted such measures of self-preservation as circumstances forced upon her; and if the council in their wisdom should be of opinion, that it was needful to continue some restraint on the person of her unhappy sister of Scotland, she trusted they would not blame her if she requested of the Countess of Shrewsbury to use her with as much kindness as might be consistent with her safe keeping. And with this intimation of her pleasure, the council was dismissed.

Never was more anxious and ready way made for my Lord of Leicester,' than as he passed through the crowded anti-rooms to go towards the river-side, in order to attend her Majesty to her barge-Never was, the voice of the ushers louder, to make room-make room for the noble Earl' -Never were these signals more promptly and reverentially obeyed-Never were more anxious eyes turned on him to obtain a glance of favour, or even of mere recognition, while the heart of many a humble follower throbbed betwixt desire to offer his congratulations, and fear of intruding himself on the notice of one so infinitely above him. The whole court considered the issue of this day's audience, expected with so much doubt and anxiety, as a decisive triumph on the part of Leicester, and felt assured that the orb of his rival satellite, if not altogether obscured by his lustre, must revolve hereafter in a dimmer and more distant sphere. So thought the court and courtiers, from high to low; and they acted accordingly.

On the other hand, never did Leicester return the general greeting with such ready and condescending courtesy, or endeavour more successfully to gather (in the words of one, who at that moment stood at no great distance from him) golden opinions from all sorts of men.'

For all, the favourite Earl had a bow, a smile at least, and often a kind word. Most of these were addressed to courtiers, whose names have long gone down the tide of oblivion; but some, to such as sound strangely in our ears, when connected with the ordinary matters of human life, above which