The harvest was poor – the third such we’ve had, I believe. My sister was still living when many began to hunger.
I knew that Fortune favoured me, so I daily offered thanks for the fire I have to warm me and the choice meats I eat.
I oft saw rats about this house. Bold (I thought) from empty bellies.
My niece made a great show of catching and killing them. My sister taught her well. The servants say they never saw so good a ratter.
I took pride in her deeds until I saw her creep into the book-chamber lugging a live rat. She let it loose by the wall cloth, where it hid itself. Then she settled herself to wait.
I guessed that when a servant came into the room she would chase out that poor rat and kill it, to great applauds.
I reproved her for such sly doings. I told her we’re employed to keep vermin from the house, not bring them in for private sport.
She sayt, “How else may I win the freedom of this house and continue my education?”
I had no answer for that.
I saw little of my lord this winter past. I believe he stayed in London condoling with the most noble Earl of Essicks who was (I hear) so dismayed by Her Majestie’s ill-usage after his heroick action at Cadiz that he took to his bed. And stayed there.
Whereas the King of Spain was so shamed he swore revenge. He sent his fleet against us.
“That’s the tricksie Spanish for you,” sayt Nero. “Coming at us out of season.”
Our own ships were laid up for winter. Then, when they were made readie to defend us, a wicked wind prevented them from putting to sea.
All that dwell along this coast were much afeared until we learnt that the Spanish met with foul weather. They lost so many ships they had no choice but to return home. Certes, they will come again.
Next, Linkin brought newes that the Earl of Essicks has been scruffing the Countess of Darby [Derby].
That’s the girl they wisht my lord to marry. Old Lord Purrlie’s granddaughter. What scandal she has brought on her family!
How wise my lord was to refuse to wed such a light-tail.
“Essicks denies it. He swears that he has not engaged in wickedness with any woman since he set forth for Cadiz,” sayt Linkin. “So perchance he scruffed her before he went.”
Linkin also sayt that my lord spake some unkind words about another Earl, who sayt my lord lied. So they agreed to fight, as men and cats of honour do.
The Queen learnt of it. They was summoned to Court. The Lords of her Council assured the other Earl that my lord never spake against him. They were made friends again.
Linkin and Nero were fire-hot to know what my lord had sayt, but I’d heard no word of the quarrel.
This talk of scandal cheered me, but there was ill newes at home.
My lord lacks money and owes much to many. Some of his lands may be sold.
My lord was a good son to his mother when her old husband died and left debts. He permitted her to sell one of his manors.
Now more may be sold to ease his own burdens. And I hear he has permission from Her Majestie to travel oversea.
Oh, I fear that blind goddess Fortune may be making ready to turn her wheel and cast me down.
With my lord gone, my very house might be sold about my ears.
What will become of me? I’m too old to find a new place. I thought to end my days here.
To cheer myself I called my niece to me.
She sprang onto the table, took my pen and dipped it, and sat ready. “What shall I write?” she arrkst.
In truth, I felt like my lord hisself with his secretarie.
My heart swelled, and four lines of verse come to me.
As an aged queen-cat looks with joy,
On all her pretty kitlings’ deeds of youth,
So I, who turn on Fortune’s careless toy,
Find all my comfort in your wit and truth.
“A few lines,” sayt I. “Some fine words you’ve heared from me.”
She scarce paused for thought. She wrote, very neat:
How my joynts ake when I rise from my bed. I need to piss. We old cats cannot hold our water as you young cats can. Why is there no fire in this hearth? Must I go to the kitchin and lie there neath the table like a common cat?
I now comprehend why many say it is not wise to educate females, for then their insolencie will know no bounds.
Gib probably wrote this in March 1597. In February, the 23 year old Earl of Southampton had handed his estates over to three attorneys for administration. The reason given was his debts, some of which were inherited from his father.
G.P.V. Akrigg (one of the Earl’s biographers) is convinced the Earl had to pay Lord Burghley £5000 for declining marriage to his granddaughter, but (oddly) Akrigg doesn’t mention this as a likely cause of debt. Instead, he suggests that the Earl had been living “very lavishly”, though doesn’t offer any details. However, Earls weren’t expected to be tightwads: I think most Elizabethans would have been shocked and demoralised by the sight of a thrifty Earl.