<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XV"></SPAN>CHAPTER XV<br/> <span class="subhead">1553</span> <span class="subhead">The King dying—Noailles in England—Lady Jane married to Guilford Dudley—Edward’s will—Opposition of the law officers—They yield—The King’s death.</span></h2></div>
<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">The</span> King was becoming rapidly worse, and as
his malady increased upon him, strange suspicions
were afloat amongst the people, their hatred
to Northumberland giving its colour to their
explanation of the situation. He himself, or those
upon whom he could count, were ever with the sick
boy, and hints were uttered—as was sure to be the
case—of poison. For this, murmured the populace,
had the King’s uncles been removed, his faithful
nobles disgraced; and the condition of public opinion
caused the Duke, alarmed at its hostility, to publish
it abroad that Edward was better.<SPAN name="FNanchor_142" href="#Footnote_142" class="fnanchor">142</SPAN></p>
<p>In May a rally appears to have in fact taken place,
giving rise in some quarters to false hopes of recovery,
and Mary wrote to offer her congratulations
to her brother upon the improvement in his health.
On May 13 the new French ambassador, Noailles,
whose audience had been deferred from day to day,
was informed by the Council that their master was<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_194">194</SPAN></span>
so much better that he would doubtless be admitted
to the royal presence in the course of a few days.
The doctors told a different story, and Noailles
believed the doctors. A diplomatist himself, he
knew the uses of lying perhaps too well to condemn
it severely. That the King was dying was practically
certain, and though those whose object it was
to conceal the fact lest measures should be concerted
to ensure the succession of the rightful heir, might
do their best to disguise the fact, the truth must
become known before long.</p>
<p>Meantime the French envoy, in the interest of
the reformed party in England—not by reason of
their religion, but as opposed to Mary, the Emperor’s
cousin—was quite willing to play into Northumberland’s
hands, and to assist him in the work of
spreading abroad the report that the King’s malady
was yielding to treatment. He and his colleagues
were accordingly conducted to an apartment near
to the presence-chamber, where they were left for a
certain time alone, in order to convey the impression
that they had been personally received by the
sovereign. Some days later it was confessed, but as
a peril past, that Edward had been seriously ill. He
was then stated to be out of danger, and the
ambassadors were admitted to his presence, finding
him very weak, and coughing much.<SPAN name="FNanchor_143" href="#Footnote_143" class="fnanchor">143</SPAN></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_195">195</SPAN></span>
The rally had been of short duration. Hope of
recovery had, in truth, been abandoned; and those
it concerned so intimately were forced to face the
situation to be created by his death. It was a
situation momentous alike to men whose fortunes
had been staked upon the young King’s life, and to
others honestly and sincerely solicitous regarding
the welfare of the realm and the consequences to
the new religion should his eldest sister succeed to
the throne.</p>
<p>Every one of the Lords of the Council and
officers of the Crown, with almost all the Bishops,
save those who had suffered captivity and deprivation,
had personal reasons for apprehension. Scarcely
a single person of influence or power could count
upon being otherwise than obnoxious to the heir
to the crown. That most of them would be displaced
from their posts was to be expected. Some
at least must have felt that property and life
hung in the balance. But it was Northumberland
who, as he had most to lose, had most to fear.
The practical head of the State, and wielding
a power little less than that of Somerset, he had
amassed riches and offices to an amount bearing witness
to his rapacity. In matters of religion he had
been as strong, though less sincere, in his opposition
to the Church claiming Mary’s allegiance as his
predecessor. During the preceding autumn the
iconoclastic work of destruction had been carried on<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_196">196</SPAN></span>
in the metropolitan Cathedral; the choir, where
the high altar had been accustomed to stand, had
been broken down and the stone-work destroyed.<SPAN href="#Footnote_144" class="fnanchor">144</SPAN>
Gardiner and Bonner, who, as prominent sufferers
for the Catholic cause, would have Mary’s ear, were
in prison. For all this Northumberland, with the
King’s Council as aiders and abettors, was responsible.
Not a single claim could be advanced to the
liking or toleration of the woman presently to become
head of the State. If safety was to be ensured
to the advisers of her brother, steps must be taken
at once for that purpose. Northumberland and
Suffolk set themselves to do so.</p>
<p>It was on May 18 that Noailles and his colleagues
had been at length permitted to pay their respects to
the sick boy. On Whitsunday, the 23rd—the date,
though not altogether certain, is probable—three
marriages were celebrated at Durham House, the
London dwelling-place of the Duke of Northumberland.
On that day the eldest daughter of the Duke
of Suffolk became the wife of Lord Guilford
Dudley, the Duke of Northumberland’s fourth and,
some say, favourite son; her sister Katherine was
bestowed upon Lord Herbert, the earl of Pembroke’s
heir—to be repudiated by him the following year—and
Lady Katherine Dudley, Northumberland’s
daughter, was married to Lord Hastings.<SPAN name="FNanchor_144" href="#Footnote_144" class="fnanchor">144</SPAN></p>
<p>The object of the threefold ceremony was clear.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_197">197</SPAN></span>
The main cause of it, and of the haste shown in
carrying it through, was a dying boy, whose life was
flickering out a few miles distant at Greenwich. It
behoved his two most powerful subjects, Northumberland
and Suffolk, to strengthen their position as
speedily as might be, and by this means it was hoped
to accomplish that object.</p>
<p>The place chosen for the celebration of the
weddings might have served—perhaps it did—to
host and guests as a reminder of the perils of
those who climbed too high. Durham House,
appropriated in his days of prosperity by Somerset—to
the indignation of Elizabeth, who laid claim
to the property—had been forfeited to the Crown
upon his attainder, and was the dwelling of his
more fortunate rival; and, as if to drive the lesson
further home, the very cloth of gold and silver lent
from the royal coffers to deck the bridal party
had been likewise drawn from the possessions of the
ill-starred Duke. The dead furnished forth the festal
array of the living.</p>
<p>That day, with its splendid ceremonial—the
marriages took place with much magnificence in the
presence of a great assembly, including the principal
personages of the realm—presents a grim and striking
contrast to what was to follow. None were present,
so far as we know, with the eyes of a seer, to discern
the thin red ring foretelling the proximate fate of
the girl who played the most prominent part in it, or<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_198">198</SPAN></span>
to recognise in death the presiding genius of the
pageant. Yet the destiny said in old days to dog
the steps of those doomed to a violent death and
to be present at their side from the cradle to the
grave must have stood by many, besides the bride,
who joined in the proceedings on that Whitsunday.
Where would Northumberland be that day year?
or Suffolk? or young Guilford Dudley? or, a little
later, the Bishop who tied the knots?</p>
<p>How Jane played her part we can only guess, or
what she had thought of the arrangement, hurriedly
concluded, by which her future was handed over to
the keeping of her boy husband. Whether willing
or unwilling, she had no choice but to obey, to
accept the bridegroom chosen for her—a tall, handsome
lad of seventeen or nineteen, it is not clear
which—and to make the best of it. Rosso indeed,
deriving his information from Michele, Venetian
ambassador in London, and Bodoaro, Venetian
ambassador to Charles V., states that after much
resistance, urged by her mother and beaten by her
father, she had consented to their wishes. It may
have been true; and, standing at the altar, her
thoughts may have wandered from the brilliant scene
around her to the room at Greenwich, where the
husband proposed for her in earlier days was dying.
She might have been Edward’s wife, had he lived.
She can scarcely have failed to have been aware of
the hopes and designs of her father, of those of the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_199">199</SPAN></span>
dead Admiral, and of others; she had, in a measure,
been brought up in the expectation of filling a throne.
But the plan was forgotten now. Edward was to be
the husband neither of Jane nor of that other
cousin, not of royal blood, the daughter of his
sometime Protector, whose father was dead and
mother in the Tower; nor yet of the foreign bride,
well stuffed and jewelled, of whom he had himself
bragged. He was dying, like any other boy of
no royal race, upon whose life no momentous
issues hung. From his sick-bed he had taken a keen
interest in what was going forward, appearing, says
Heylyn, as forward in the marriages as if he had been
one of the principals in the plot against him.<SPAN name="FNanchor_145" href="#Footnote_145" class="fnanchor">145</SPAN> He
might be fond of Jane, but even had he loved her—which
there is nothing to show—he was too far
within the shadow of the grave to feel any jealousy
in seeing her handed over to another bridegroom.</p>
<p>At the demeanour of the little victim of the
Whitsun sacrifice we can but guess. Grave and
serious we picture her, as it was her wont to be,
with the steadfast face depicted by the painters of
the day—far, in spite of Seymour’s boast, from being
“as handsome as any lady in England,” but with a
purity and simplicity, a stillness and repose, restful
to those who looked into the quiet eyes and marked
the tranquillity of the countenance. Did she, in
her inward cogitations, divine that there was danger<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_200">200</SPAN></span>
ahead? If so we can fancy she was ready to face
it. Were it God’s will, then let it come. Peril
was the anteroom, death the portal, of the eternal
city—the heavenly Jerusalem in which she believed.</p>
<p>Such was the image printed upon the time by the
woman-child who was never to know maturity, as it
lived in the tender and loving remembrance of her
contemporaries, the delicately sculptured figure of
a saint in the temples of the iconoclasts.</p>
<div id="ip_200" class="figcenter" style="width: 396px;">
<ANTIMG src="images/i_200.jpg" width-obs="396" height-obs="600" alt="" />
<p class="p0 in0 smaller">From an engraving by George Noble after a painting by Holbein.</p>
<div class="caption"><p>LADY JANE GREY.</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>By the country at large the sudden marriages
were regarded with suspicion. “The noise of these
marriages bred such amazement in the hearts of the
common people, apt enough in themselves to speak
the worst of Northumberland, that there was nothing
left unsaid which might serve to show their hatred
against him, or express their pity for the King.”<SPAN name="FNanchor_146" href="#Footnote_146" class="fnanchor">146</SPAN>
Overbearing and despotic, the merciless “bear of
Warwick,” as he was nicknamed, was so detested
that by some the failure of his scheme was afterwards
ascribed rather to his unpopularity than to
love for Mary. Yet it was Northumberland who,
with the blindness born of a sanguine ambition, was
to trust, six weeks later, to the populace to join
with him in dispossessing the King’s sister, for
whom they had always shown affection, and in
placing his daughter-in-law and her boy-husband
upon the throne. So glaring a misapprehension of
the situation demands explanation, and it is partly<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_201">201</SPAN></span>
supplied by a French appreciation of the Duke’s
character. According to M. Griffet, he was more
heedful to conceal his own sentiments than capable
of discerning those of others; a man of ambition
who neither knew whom to trust nor whom to
suspect; who, blinded by presumption, was therefore
easily deceived, and who nevertheless believed
himself to possess to the highest degree the gift of
deceiving all the world.<SPAN name="FNanchor_147" href="#Footnote_147" class="fnanchor">147</SPAN> Such as he was, he had
deceived himself to his undoing.</p>
<p>Meantime Lady Jane’s marriage had made for
the moment little change in her manner of life.
She had answered the purpose for which she was
required, and was permitted temporarily to retire
behind the scenes. It is said—and there is nothing
unlikely in the assertion—that, the ceremony over
and obedience having been rendered to her parents’
behest, she entreated that she might continue with
her mother for the present. She and her new
husband were so young, she pleaded. Her request
was granted. She was Guilford Dudley’s wife,
could be the wife of no other man, and that was,
for the moment, sufficient.</p>
<p>There was much to think of, much to do.
Measures had to be taken to keep the King’s sisters
at a distance, lest his old affection, for Elizabeth in
particular, reawakening might frustrate the designs
of those bent upon moulding events to their<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_202">202</SPAN></span>
advantage. Above all, there was the pressing
necessity of inducing the King to exclude them by
will from their rightful heritage. On June 16
Noailles had again been conferring with the doctors,
and had learnt that, in their opinion, Edward could
not live till August. Ten days later Northumberland
came from Greenwich to visit the envoy, and
to prevent his going to Court. He then told the
Frenchman that, nine days earlier, the King had
executed his will in favour of the Duke’s daughter-in-law,
Lady Jane<SPAN name="FNanchor_148" href="#Footnote_148" class="fnanchor">148</SPAN>—“qui est vertueuse, sage, et
belle,” reported the envoy to his master some three
weeks later.<SPAN name="FNanchor_149" href="#Footnote_149" class="fnanchor">149</SPAN></p>
<p>Of the manner in which the will had been obtained
full information is available. It was not out
of love for Northumberland that Edward had
yielded to his representations. The Throckmorton
MS.<SPAN name="FNanchor_150" href="#Footnote_150" class="fnanchor">150</SPAN> asserts that Edward abhorred the Duke on
account of his uncle’s death. Sir Nicholas
Throckmorton, in attendance on the King, should
be a good authority; on the other hand, he
was opposed to the Duke’s designs. Whether or
not the latter was personally distasteful to the boy,
it was no difficult matter to represent the situation
in a fashion to lead him to believe the sole alternative
was the course suggested to him. Conscientious,
pious, scrupulous to a fault, and worn by disease,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_203">203</SPAN></span>
the future of religion could be made to hang upon
his fiat, and the thought of Mary, a devout Catholic,
or even Elizabeth, who might marry a foreign prince,
seated upon the throne, filled him with apprehensions
for the welfare of a people for whom he felt himself
responsible. Yet he, with little to love, had loved
both his sisters, and the thought of the sick lad,
torn between duty and affection, a tool in the hands
of unprincipled and ambitious men who could play
on his sensitive conscience and over-strained nerves
at will, and turn his piety to their advantage, is a
painful one.</p>
<p>The Duke’s arguments lay ready to his hand.
Religion was in danger, the Church set up by
Edward in jeopardy; the work that he had done
might be destroyed as soon as he was in his grave.
How could he answer it before God were he, who
was able to avert it, to permit so great an evil?
The remedy was clear. Let him pass over his
sisters, already pronounced severally illegitimate by
unrepealed statutes of Parliament, and entail the
crown upon those who, under his father’s will, would
follow upon Mary and Elizabeth, the descendants of
Mary Tudor, known to be firm in their attachment
to the reformed faith.</p>
<p>Edward yielded. Given the circumstances, the
power exercised by the Duke over him, his
physical condition, his fears for religion, he could
scarcely have done less. With his own hand he<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_204">204</SPAN></span>
drew up the draft of a will which, amended at
Northumberland’s bidding, left the crown in unmistakable
terms to Lady Jane and her heirs
male. It had now to be made law and accepted
by the Council.</p>
<p>On June 11 Sir Edward Montagu, Chief Justice
of the Common Pleas, Sir Thomas Bromley,
another Justice of the same court, Sir Richard Baker,
Chancellor of the Augmentations, and the Attorney-
and Solicitor-General were called to Greenwich, and
were introduced into the King’s apartment, Northampton,
Gates, and others being present at the
interview. If what took place on this occasion and
at the other audiences of the legal officers with the
King, as recorded by themselves, is naturally, as
Dr. Lingard has pointed out, represented in such a
manner as to extenuate their conduct in Mary’s eyes,
there seems no reason to doubt that Montagu’s
account is substantially true.<SPAN name="FNanchor_151" href="#Footnote_151" class="fnanchor">151</SPAN></p>
<p>In his sickness, Edward told them, he had considered
the state of the realm, and of the succession,
should he die without leaving direct heirs;
and, proceeding to point out the danger to religion
and to liberty should his sister Mary succeed to the
throne, he ordered them to “make a book with
speed” of his articles.</p>
<p>The lawyers demurred, but the King, feverishly
eager to put an end to the business, and conscious<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_205">205</SPAN></span>
perhaps that if the thing were not done quickly
it might not be done at all, refused to listen to
the objections they would have urged, dismissing
them with orders to carry out his pleasure with haste.
For all his gentleness and piety, Edward was a Tudor,
and no less peremptory than others of his race.</p>
<p>Two days later—it was June 14—having deliberated
on the question, the men of law acquainted
the Council with their decision. The thing could
not be done. To make or execute the “devise”
according to the King’s instructions would be treason.
The report was made to Sir William Petre at Ely
Place; but the Duke of Northumberland was at
hand, and came thereupon into the Council-chamber,
“being in a great rage and fury, trembling
for anger, and, amongst all his ragious talk
called Sir Edward Montagu traitor, and further said
he would fight any man in his shirt in that quarrel.”
It was plain that no technical or legal obstacles were
to be permitted to turn him from his purpose.</p>
<p>The following day the law-officers were again
called to Greenwich. Conveyed in the first place to
a chamber behind the dining-room, they met with a
chilling reception. “All the lords looked upon them
with earnest countenances, as though they had not
known them;” and, brought into the King’s presence,
Edward demanded, “with sharp words and angry
countenance,” why his book was not made?</p>
<p>Montagu, as spokesman for his colleagues, explained.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_206">206</SPAN></span>
Had the King’s device been executed
it would become void at the King’s death, the
Statute of Succession passed by Parliament
being still in force. A statute could be altered
by statute alone. On Edward’s replying that
Parliament should then shortly be called together,
Montagu caught at the solution. The matter
could be referred to it, and all perils saved. But
this was not the King’s meaning. The deed, he
explained, was to be executed at once, and was to
be afterwards ratified by Parliament. With growing
excitement, he commanded the officers, “very
sharply,” to do his bidding; some of the lords,
standing behind the King, adding that, did they
refuse, they were traitors.</p>
<p>The epithet was freely bandied about in those
days, yet it never failed to carry a menace; and
Montagu, in as “great fear as ever he was in all his
life before, seeing the King so earnest and sharp,
and the Duke so angry the day before,” and being
an “old weak man and without comfort,” began to
look about for a method of satisfying King and
Council without endangering his personal safety. In
the end he gave way, consenting to prepare the
required papers, on condition that he might first
be given a commission under the great seal to draw
up the instrument, and likewise a pardon for having
done so. Northumberland had won the day.</p>
<p>It was afterwards reported that when the will was<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_207">207</SPAN></span>
signed a great tempest arose, with a whirlwind such
as had never been seen, the sky dark and fearful,
lightning and infinite thunder; one of the thunderbolts
accompanying that terrible storm falling upon
the miserable church where heresy was first
begotten.... “This accident was observed by
many persons of sense and prudence, and was considered
a great sign of the avenging justice of God.”<SPAN name="FNanchor_152" href="#Footnote_152" class="fnanchor">152</SPAN></p>
<p>The Council, undeterred by the manifestations of
divine wrath, were not backward in endorsing the
deed. Overborne by the Duke, probably also influenced
by the apprehension of a compulsory
restoration of Church spoils should Mary succeed,
they unanimously acquiesced in the act of injustice.
To a second paper, designed by the Duke to commit
his colleagues further, twenty-four councillors and
legal advisers set their hands. By June 21 the
official instrument had received the signatures of
the Lords of the Council, other peers, judges, and
officers of the Crown, to the number of 101. The
Princesses had been set aside, and the fatal heritage,
so far as it was possible, secured to Lady Jane. The
King, at the direction of her nearest of kin, had in
effect affixed his signature to her death-sentence.</p>
<p>When Northumberland was assured of success
he gave a magnificent musical entertainment, to
which the French ambassador was bidden. Three
days earlier it had been reported to Noailles that<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_208">208</SPAN></span>
Edward was at the point of death, and he was
surprised at the merry-making and the good spirits
prevalent. The affair, it was explained to him, was
in honour of the convalescence of the King, who had
been without fever for two days, and whose recovery
appeared certain.<SPAN name="FNanchor_153" href="#Footnote_153" class="fnanchor">153</SPAN> The envoy doubtless expressed
no incredulity, and congratulated the company upon
the good tidings. He knew that Edward was
moribund, and understood that the rejoicings were
in truth to celebrate the approaching elevation to the
throne of Northumberland’s daughter-in-law.</p>
<p>Was she present? We cannot tell; but it was the
Duke’s policy to make her a prominent figure, and
Noailles’ description of her beauty and goodness
implies a personal acquaintance.</p>
<p>It only remained for Edward to die. All those
around him, with perhaps some few exceptions
amongst his personal attendants, were eagerly
awaiting the end. All had been accomplished that
was possible whilst he was yet alive, and Northumberland
and his friends were probably impatient
to be up and doing. His sisters were at a distance,
his uncles dead, Barnaby Fitzpatrick was abroad, and
he was practically alone with the men who had made
him their tool. The last scene is full of pathos.
Three hours before the end, lying with his eyes
shut, he was heard praying for the country which
had been his charge.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_209">209</SPAN></span>
“‘O God,’ he entreated, ‘deliver me out of this
miserable and wretched life, and take me among Thy
chosen; howbeit not my will, but Thine, be done.
Lord, I commend my spirit to Thee. O Lord,
Thou knowest how happy it were for me to be with
Thee. Yet, for Thy chosen’s sake, send me life and
health, that I may truly serve Thee. O my Lord
God, bless Thy people and save Thine inheritance.
O Lord God, save Thy chosen people of England.
O Lord God, defend this realm from Papistry and
maintain Thy true religion, that I and my people may
praise Thy holy Name, for Jesus Christ His sake.’</p>
<p>“Then turned he his face, and seeing who was
by him, said to them:</p>
<p>“‘Are ye so nigh? I thought ye had been further
off.’</p>
<p>“Then Doctor Owen said:</p>
<p>“‘We heard you speak to yourself, but what you
said we know not.’</p>
<p>“He then (after his fashion, smilingly) said, ‘I
was praying to God.’”<SPAN name="FNanchor_154" href="#Footnote_154" class="fnanchor">154</SPAN></p>
<p>The end was near.</p>
<p>“I am faint,” he said. “Lord, have mercy upon
me, and take my spirit”; and so on July 7, towards
night, he passed away. On the following day
Noailles communicated to his Court “<span xml:lang="fr" lang="fr">le triste et
piteux inconvénient de la mort</span>” of Edward VI.,
last of the Tudor Kings.</p>
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