History of England from the fall of Wolsey to the death of Elizabeth Volume III Part 15

[Sidenote: Michael Throgmorton is employed by Cromwell to betray Pole, and betrays his employers.]

But I have now to mention a minor drama of treachery winding into the interstices of the larger. When Pole first awoke serious suspicion by being raised to the Cardinalate, Michael, younger brother of Sir George Throgmorton, volunteered to Cromwell to go to Rome, make his way into Pole's service, and become a spy upon his actions. His offer was accepted. He went, and became Pole's secretary; but, instead of betraying his master, he betrayed his employers; and to him the "Liber de Unitate Ecclesiae" was in all probability indebted for the fresh instalment of scandals which were poured into it before publication,[277] and which have furnished material for the Catholic biographers of Henry the Eighth. Throgmorton's ingenious duplicity enabled him to blind the English government through the spring and summer. He supplied them with reports in a high degree laudatory of the cardinal, affirming entire confidence in the innocency of the legatine mission; and if they were not misled as to Pole's purposes, they believed in the fidelity of the spy. It was not till the day before leaving Liege that he threw off disguise, and wrote to Cromwell in language which was at last transparent.

[Sidenote: Pole will return to Rome, and will publish his book,]

[Sidenote: Unless the king will submit to the Pope.]

The excellent intentions of the legate, he said, having been frustrated by events, and his pure and upright objects having been wickedly misconstrued, he was about to return to Rome. The Pope, whose gracious disposition towards England remained unabated, had issued indulgences through all Christendom for a general supplication that the King's Grace and the country might return to the Church. These would be naturally followed by a rehearsal of the king's actions, and accompanied by censures. It was likely, in addition, that, on Pole's return to Rome, his Holiness would request his consent that his book should be set in print, "as it will be hard for him to deny, for the great confidence they have therein." "Hereof," Throgmorton concluded, "I have thought it necessary to advertise you, considering the short departure of the legate, upon whose return, as you see, hangs both the divulgating of the censures, the putting forth of his book, and the sending also of new amba.s.sadors to all Christian princes. I suppose you have a great desire for a true knowledge of his mind and acts in this legacy. It makes many men marvel to see the King's Grace so bent to his ruin, rather than to take some way to reconcile him. Your lords.h.i.+p may best think what is best to be done."[278]

Cromwell's answer to this communication, though long, will not be thought too long by those who desire to comprehend the pa.s.sions of the time, and with the time the mind of its ruling spirit.

[Sidenote: Cromwell replies. He had thought that the king's goodness might have softened Pole,]

[Sidenote: Or at least have commanded the fidelity of Throgmorton.]

"I thought," was the abrupt commencement,[279] "that the singular goodness of the King's Highness shewed unto you, and the great and singular clemency shewed unto that detestable traitor your master, in promising him not only forgiveness, but also forgetting of his most shameful ingrat.i.tude, unnaturalness, conspiracy against his honour, of whom he hath received no more, but even as much, and all that he hath--I thought, I say, that either this princely goodness might have brought that desperate rebel from his so st.u.r.dy malice, blindness, and pervicacy, or else have encouraged you to be his Highness's true and faithful subject. But I now remember myself too late. I might better have judged that so dishonest a master could have but even such servants as you are. No, no! loyalty and treason seldom dwell together. There can no faithful servant so long abide the sight of so heinous a traitor to his prince. You could not all this season have been a spy for the king, but at some time your countenance should have declared your heart to be loyal. No! You and your master have both well declared how little fear of G.o.d resteth in you, which, led by vain promise of promotion, thus against his laws work treason towards your natural prince and country, to serve an enemy of G.o.d, an enemy of all honesty, an enemy of right religion, a defender of iniquity, a merchant and occupier of all deceits.

[Sidenote: But he will not be again deceived.]

[Sidenote: Pole need not trouble himself to explain why he is considered a traitor.]

[Sidenote: Let him publish his book, and the world will be in no uncertainty.]

"You have bleared mine eyes once. Your credit shall never more serve you so far to deceive me the second time. Your part was to do as the king your sovereign lord had commanded you. Your praise was to be sought in obeying his Highness's pleasure, and not in serving your foolish fantasy. But now, to stick unto a rebel, to follow a traitor, to serve a friend of his which mortally hateth your sovereign lord, what folly is it to excuse such mad lewdness? Your good master, who has lately entered into the religion which has been the ruin of all religion, cannot, ye say, but be the king's high friend. He will, as ye write, declare unto the world why the king taketh him for a traitor. In this thing he needeth to travel never a deal. All princes almost know how well he hath deserved this name; yea the King's Highness is much beholden unto some of them from whom his Grace hath learned the G.o.dly enterprizes that this silly cardinal went about. Now, if those that have made him thus mad can also persuade him to print his detestable book, where one lie leapeth in every line on another's neck, he shall be then as much bound to them for their good counsel as his family to him for his wise dealing. He will, I trow, have as little joy thereof as his friends and kinsfolk are like to take profit of it. Pity it is that the folly of one brainsick Pole, or, to say better, of one witless fool, should be the ruin of so great a family. Let him follow ambition as fast as he can, these that little have offended (saving that he is of their kin), were it not for the great mercy and benignity of the prince, should and might feel what it is to have such a traitor to their kinsman. Let his goodly book, the fruit of his whole study, come abroad, is there any man but he may well accuse our prince of too much clemency, and must marvel that no way is found to take away the author of such traitory? Surely when answers shall be made to his malice, there shall be very few but they will think as I do, that he hath as he deserveth, if he be brought to a most shameful death. Let him not think but though he can lie largely, there be some with us that can say truth of him. His praise shall be grief when men shall see the King's Highness's benefits towards him, and shall look upon his good heart, his grateful mind, his desire to serve the king's honour.

[Sidenote: The king can, perhaps, reach him, though tied to the Pope's girdle.]

"Let his lewd work go forth. After that let princes judge whether the king can take the author of so famous a libel to be his true subject.

Let the king's high benefits, and, which is far more to be esteemed, his singular benevolence shewed unto him of a child, come and make their plea. Can he or you think any ground safe for him to stand in?

Hath he not just cause to fear lest every honest man should offer himself to revenge this so enormous unkindness? Shall he not think every honest man to be his foe? Shall not his detestable acts, written in his conscience, evermore bring him to continual sorrow? And ye know that, whensoever the king will, his Highness may bring it easily to pa.s.s that he shall think himself scarce sure of his life, although he went tied at his master's girdle. There may be found ways enough in Italy to rid a traitorous subject. Surely let him not think but, when justice can take no place by process of law at home, sometimes she may be enforced to take new means abroad.

[Sidenote: The Pope will pray for the king, having found other means less]

[Sidenote: successful than he hoped, which perhaps the world will smile at.]

"Amongst all your pretty news these are very pleasant, that the Bishop of Rome intendeth to make a lamentation to the world and to desire every man to pray that his old gains may return home again. Men will think that he has cause, or at least good time, to lament, not that the King of England hath pulled his realm out of thraldom, but that a great part of the world is like to do the same. Many a man weepeth for less. We blame him not if he lament. Howbeit, doubt ye not he shall find some with us that shall bid him be a better man, though they bid him not be of better cheer. If your good master take upon him to make this lamentation, as indeed I think there is no man that hath better cause to wail than he hath, a.s.sure ye him he shall lack no consolation. The Pope will desire the world to pray for the king! The hypocrisy cometh even as it should do, and standeth in place meet for it. The world knoweth right well what other wiles he has practised these three years. They shall laugh to see his Holiness come to prayer because he cannot bring to pa.s.s that he most desireth. He that the last day went about to set all princes on his Grace's top, writing letters for the bringing of this to pa.s.s, shall he not now be thought holy that thus suddenly casteth away his weapon and falleth to his beads? If sinners be heard at any time, it is when they pray for good things. He shall not pray so fast that we may return to errors, to the defence of tyranny, unG.o.dliness, untruth, as we shall pray that his Grace long may continue our most virtuous prince, and that hypocrites never after these days shall reign over us.

[Sidenote: Cromwell's last wishes for Throgmorton and his master.]

"Michael, if you were either natural towards your country or your family, you would not thus shame all your kin. I pray they bide but the shame of it. This I am sure of, though they bye and bye suffer no loss of goods, yet the least suspicion shall be enough to undo the greatest of them. I can no more, but desire that your master and you may acknowledge your detestable faults and be good witnesses of the king's high mercy. Ye may turn. If ye do so I doubt not but the king will shew the world that he desireth nothing more than the saving of his subjects.

If ye continue in your malice and perverse blindness, doubt not but your end shall be as of all traitors. I have done what I may to save you. I must, I think, do what I can to see you condignly punished. G.o.d send you both to fare as ye deserve--either shortly to come to your allegiance, or else to a shameful death."

The scene and the subject change. I must now take my reader below the surface of outward events to the undercurrent of the war of opinions, where the forces were generated which gave to the time its life and meaning. Without some insight into this region, history is but a dumb show of phantoms; yet, when we gaze into it with our best efforts, we catch but uncertain images and fleeting pictures. In palace and cottage, in village church and metropolitan cathedral, at the board of the Privy Council or in the roadside alehouse, the same questions were discussed, the same pa.s.sions were agitated. A mysterious change was in process in the minds of men. They knew not what it was--they could not control its speed or guide its direction. The articles and the settlement of 1536 were already buried under the froth of the insurrection. New standing-ground was to be sought for, only in its turn to slip away as it seemed to be gained; and the teachers and the taught, the governors and the governed, each separate human being, left to his own direction, was whirled along the rapids which formed the pa.s.sage into a new era. A few scenes out of this strange time have been preserved for us in the records. They may pa.s.s one by one before us like the pictures in a magic slide.

[Sidenote: The friars mendicant, who will live as their fathers lived.]

The first figure that appears is a "friar mendicant, living by the alms of the king's subjects, forming himself to the fas.h.i.+ons of the people."

He is "going about from house to house, and when he comes to aged and simple people he will say to them, 'Father or sister, what a world this is! It was not so in your father's days. It is a perilous world. They will have no pilgrimages. They will not we should pray to saints, or fast, or do any good deeds. Oh Lord, have mercy on us! I will live as my forefathers have done. And I am sure your fathers and friends were good, and ye have followed them hitherto. Continue as ye have done, and believe as they believed.'"[280]

[Sidenote: The Protestant's opinion of the faith of his fathers.]

The friar disappears. A neighbour of the new opinions, who has seen him come and go, takes his place, and then begins an argument. One says "my father's faith shall be my faith." And the other, hot and foolish, answers, "Thy father was a liar and is in h.e.l.l, and so is my father in h.e.l.l also. My father never knew Scripture, and now it is come forth."[281]

[Sidenote: Church windows containing the history of Becket.]

[Sidenote: August 14. Scenes in the parish church at Woodstock.]

The slide again moves. We are in a village church, and there is a window gorgeously painted, representing the various events in the life and death of Thomas a Becket. The king sits on his throne, and speaks fiercely to his four knights. The knights mount their horses and gallop to Canterbury. The archbishop is at vespers in the quire. The knights stride in and smite him dead. Then follows the retribution. In the great central compartment of the window the haughty prince is kneeling naked before the shrine of the martyr, and the monks stand round him and beat him with their rods. All over England in such images of luminous beauty the memory of the great victory[282] of the clergy had been perpetuated.[283] And now the particular church is Woodstock, the court is at the park, and day after day, notwithstanding the dangerous neighbourhood, in the church aisles groups of people a.s.semble to gaze upon the window, and priests and pardoners expatiate with an obvious application on the glories of the martyr, the Church's victory, and the humiliation of the king. Eager ears listen; eager tongues draw comparisons. A groom from the court is lounging among the crowd, and interrupts the speakers somewhat disdainfully; he says that he sees no more reason why Becket was a saint than Robin Hood. No word is mentioned of the profanity to Henry; but a priest carries the story to Gardiner and Sir William Paulet. The groom is told that he might as well reason of the king's t.i.tle as of St. Thomas's; forthwith he is hurried off under charge of heresy to the Tower; and, appealing to Cromwell, there follows a storm at the council table.[284]

[Sidenote: The Lady Chapel at Worcester.]

We are next at Worcester, at the Lady Chapel, on the eve of the a.s.sumption. There is a famous image of the Virgin there, and to check the superst.i.tion of the people the gorgeous dress has been taken off by Cromwell's order. A citizen of Worcester approaches the figure: "Ah, Lady," he cries, "art thou stripped now? I have seen the day that as clean men had been stripped at a pair of gallows as were they that stripped them." Then he kisses the image, and turns to the people and says, "Ye that be disposed to offer, the figure is no worse than it was before," "having a remorse unto her."[285]

The common treads close upon the serious. On a summer evening a group of villagers are sitting at the door of an alehouse on Windermere; a certain master Alexander, a wandering ballad-singer, is "making merry with them." A neighbour Isaac d.i.c.kson saunters up and joins the party.

[Sidenote: "The minstrel of Winandermere."]

"Then the said Isaac commanded the said minstrel to sing a song he had sung at one Fairbank's house in Crossthwaite, in the county of Westmoreland, in the time of the rebellion, which song was called 'Crummock,'[286] which was not convenient, which the said minstrel utterly denied. The said Isaac commanded the said minstrel again in a violent manner to sing the song called 'Cromwell,' and the said minstrel said he would sing none such; and then the said Isaac pulled the minstrel by the arm, and smote him about the head with the pummel of a dagger, and the same song the minstrel would not sing to die for. The third time the said Isaac commanded the minstrel to sing the same song, and the minstrel said it would turn them both to anger, and would not.

And then did Isaac call for a cup of ale, and bade the minstrel sing again, which he always denied; then Isaac took the minstrel by the beard and dashed the cup of ale in his face; also, he drew his dagger and hurt master Willan, being the host of the said house, sore and grievously in the thigh, in rescuing of the said minstrel."[287]

Again, we find accounts of the reception which the English Bible met with in country parishes.

[Sidenote: The unthrifty curate of Wincanton.]

A circle of Protestants at Wincanton, in Somersets.h.i.+re, wrote to Cromwell complaining of the curate, who would not teach them or preach to them, but "gave his time and attention to dicing, carding, bowling, and the cross waster." In their desire for spiritual food they applied to the rector of the next parish, who had come occasionally and given them a sermon, and had taught them to read the New Testament; when suddenly, on Good Friday, "the unthrifty curate entered the pulpit, where he had set no foot for years," and "admonished his paris.h.i.+oners to give no credence to the newfangled fellows which read the new books."

"They be like knaves and Pharisees," he said; "they be like a dog that gnaweth a marry-bone, and never cometh to the pith, therefore avoid their company; and if any man will preach the New Testament, if I may hear him, I am ready to fight with him incontinent;" and "indeed," the pet.i.tioners said, "he applyeth in such wise his school of fence so sore continually, that he feareth all his paris.h.i.+oners."[288]

[Sidenote: The parish clerk at Hastings lectures on the translation of the Bible.]

So the parish clerk at Hastings made a speech to the congregation on the faults of the translation. "It taught heresy," he said: "it taught that a priest might have a wife by G.o.d's law. He trusted to see the day that the book called the Bible, and all its maintainers and upholders, should be brent."[289]

Here, again, is a complaint from the paris.h.i.+oners of Langham in Ess.e.x, against their village potentate, a person named Vigourous, who with the priest oppressed and ill-used them.

[Sidenote: School maidens reading the English primer at Langham.]

"Upon Ascension day last past did two maidens sit in their pew or school in the church, as all honest and virtuous persons use to do in matins time, saying their matins together upon an English primer. Vigourous this seeing was sore angry, in so much that therefore, and for nothing else, he did bid the maidens to avoid out of the church, (calling them) errant wh.o.r.es, with such other odious and spiteful words. And further, upon a time within this year, one of Vigourous's servants did quarrel and brawl with other children many, whom he called heretics; and as children be light and wanton, they called the said servant again Pharisee. Upon this complained Robert Smyth of our town to Vigourous, saying that it was against reason that the great fellow his servant should quarrel and fight with children. Whereupon Vigourous said to his servant, 'See that thou do cut off their ears, oh errant wh.o.r.eson, if they so call thee hereafter; and if thou lack a knife, I shall give thee one to do it. And if thou wilt not thus do, thou shalt no longer serve me.'"[290]

[Sidenote: The Protestants and the mystery plays.]

[Sidenote: The Protestants call a "spade a spade."]

On the other hand, the Protestants gave themselves no pains to make their heterodoxy decent, or to spare the feelings of their antagonists.

To call "a spade a spade," and a rogue a rogue, were Protestant axioms.

Their favourite weapons were mystery plays, which they acted up and down the country in barns, in taverns, in chambers, on occasion, before the vicar-general himself;[291] and the language of these, as well as the language of their own daily life, seemed constructed as if to pour scorn on the old belief. Men engaged in a mortal strife usually speak plainly.

Blunt words strike home; and the euphuism which, in more ingenious ages, discovers that men mean the same thing when they say opposite things was as yet unknown or unappreciated. We have heard something of the popular impieties, as they were called in the complaints of convocation. I add a few more expressions taken at random from the depositions. One man said "he would as soon see an oyster-sh.e.l.l above the priest's head at the sacring time as the wafer. If a knave priest could make G.o.d, then would he hire one such G.o.d-maker for a year, and give him twenty pounds to make fishes and fowls."[292] Another said that "if he had the cross that Christ died on, it should be the first block he would rive to the fire for any virtue that was in it." Another, "that a s.h.i.+pload of friars'

girdles, nor a dungcart full of friars' cowls and boots, would not help to justification."

On both sides the same obstinate English nature was stirred into energetic hate.