65:  Nero Gives Newes

Yes.  That braggart Nero gave newes to spite me.  He guessed there was much about our scandal that I was keeping secret.

Black Cat (Nero) peeking over a plank.
Nero

He boasted of his investigations, and of all he’d seen.  (I marvel that he did not bombast it out in blank verse.)

 But I must set this down more orderly.

The morning after I last writ, my lord came home to breakfast.  He arrkst me why I stared so, and called me a fat owl.  In truth, I’d passed the night waking, so I slept that day.

My onlie trouble was a noise like sudden thunder.  I could scent no coming storm, nor was my fur a-prickle.

Later, I visited the stable cats.  They’d heared that the brothers Linkin called murderers had fled across the river Hammel [Hamble].  They did not think the brothers had gone far, because a boy had been sent to the kitchen to fetch food for them.

Cat with basketThe kitchen cat told me that my lady Moll’s cook had filled a basket with roast meats and a pie.

She nosed beef and mutton before the knave thrust her away.

A stable boy took the basket, and she has not seen it since.

For a time all seemed quiet.  Then strangers came to my house in the dead of night.  I arrkst myself what this meant.  I did not see them, but I heared them and I nosed them.   

Next came Nero, calling, “Hot newes.”  Here is the tale he told when we assembled at the Cats’ Field.

“My master goes no more to sea,” sayt Nero, “but he and a friend have a boat.  We, being curious, set forth to Hammel haven.  There came cannon shot from the near castle [St Andrews], which stung mine ears and affrighted many who were fishing.

“I espied upon the water a vessel that my master sayt was not on lawful business.  I saw it put ashore at the far castle all call Calshot.  Some men went to the castle gates for admittance.

“Then my master and his friend complained they could see nowt, and we came home.

A section of a 17th century map of Hampshire, showing the locations Nero refers to. Marked are Titchfield House (Place House, where Gib lives), Hamble Haven (where Nero claims he went, with St Andrews castle nearby, and Calshot castle across the water.
A section of a 17th century map of Hampshire, showing the locations Nero refers to. Marked are Southampton, Titchfield House (i.e. Place House, where Gib lives), Hamble Haven (where Nero claims he went) with St Andrews castle nearby, and Calshot castle across the water.

“When next we visited the haven, my master spake with a woman selling fish.  She’d heard that the Captain of Calshot was in Southampton, and his deputy too.  The master gunner at the castle had confined the men, and taken their weapons.

“Later (sayt she) the deputy brought word that they were the Captain’s friends, on their way to service in Brittany.  The deputy dined with them.  Two men seemed very sad, though all ate well of beef, mutton, and the venison pasty they had with them.”

When Nero sayt that, a great screech went up.  Many turned to me and our kitchen cat.

“What know you of this?” called one.  And another, “None sells such fodder on the keys [quays].”

Closeup Portrait of ginger and white cat
Linkin

“My lord is ever willing to aid his friends,” I sayt.  “As I hope we all are.”

“What?” cried Linkin.  “Do you seek to explain or to justify our Earl’s behaviour?”

I sayt, “I did not come hither to be examined by any who fancies hisself a lawyer because he’s set his bum on a law book or two.”

Linkin bristled up, but other cats called for peace.

They wished to hear more from Nero.

He sayt, “I was with my master at the key [Hamble Quay] when one of the Captain’s men came from Southampton.  He was full of beer and woe, for he knowed he did wrong.  He brought warning from the Captain that the men should flee the castle, because the Captain had received letters that left him no choice but to send orders for their capture.

“Next came a gentleman from Southampton, who also hired a boat to carry him to Calshot.  I slipt aboard, and none sayt me nay.  All know a black cat brings good fortune.

“We crossed the water, and the gentleman entered the castle.  After sunset he and a dozen men made haste into the boat, so weighting it we was scarce above the water.  My luck held, and we came safe to our shore.  I heared one enquire of a Mr Timmick [Dymock] if he knew the way to Titchfield.  He replied that he would know it at midnight.

“I stayed in the boat and was carried back to Hammel, where my master was still drinking with his friends.”   

Then Nero eyed me. “Where are they miscreants now?” he arrkst.  “Not yet in France – the weather’s foul, and the wind unfavourable.”

Nero was toying with me.  He knows full well where they are.  As do I, now.

I called, “Friends, I can tell you.  They’re hid in my house.  I would have told you sooner, but wished to hear our friend’s newes first.”

That took the wind from Nero’s sail.  And I care not if Linkin runs to tell his mistress.  She will not take his meaning.

Calshot Castle, one of a number of forts Henry VIII had constructed for coastal defence.
Calshot Castle, one of a number of forts Henry VIII had constructed for coastal defence.

Toutparmoi - Note from the EditorIt’s not surprising that Nero should have been so well-informed.  His old sea-captain master would have had many contacts around the coast.

It seems the Danvers brothers’ escape plan meant keeping ahead of the hue and cry until they could get a passage to France.

Pretending they and their helpers were soldiers bound for Brittany, and hiding at Calshot castle (with the Captain’s connivance), was a bold move.  The plan fell through after official word of the killing reached Southampton, and the Captain had to take action.  The brothers fled back to Place House.  They’re next heard of in France.

There was a formal examination into the matter in early January 1595.  Statements from a stable boy, several Hamble locals, soldiers at Calshot, etc. are recorded in the Calendar of the Manuscripts of the Marquis of Salisbury (“the Cecil papers”) Vol V pp 84-90, available on line.

Then the inquiry fizzled out, presumably because the Earl of Southampton’s involvement was so obvious.  Some of his closest servants and attendants  – his steward, the keeper of his wardrobe, his barber, his gentleman of horse (stables manager) – were mentioned in the statements, though none appears to have been interviewed.

An interesting example of the extraordinary influence an Elizabethan Earl could wield in his home territory.

64:  Word of Murder

Yesterday passed most pleasant.  I kept close to my lord and saw nowt amiss.  There was choice meats served for dinner, and I ate of them.

A cook standing by a tab;e cutting up game birds while a cat attempts to steal one.
– by Frans Snyders (1579-1657)

I believe we must thank my lady Moll’s cook, because my lord’s cook was not in the kitchen when I looked in. 

Today I saw my lord and a pawful of his gentlemen ride out.  Some had hawks (vile birds that have been known to take kitlings) on their wrists.  I arrkst myself if they was going to Tommik’s house.

This evening it was my intent to visit my sister, but Linkin came by calling, “Newes, hot newes, now,” beneath our windows.

I slipt out and made haste to our Field.  My sister was there before me.  She had with her my pretty little niece, who was the Maggot in our play.

Linkin walked to the centre of our circle.  He told us that his mistress had been to visit friends in another country [county], and come home with word of murder.

Two brothers, seduced by the devil and accompanied by their friends, attacked a gentleman with divers weapons.

The younger of these brothers had a pistol loaded with powder and a lead bullet, and he shot said gentleman.  The bullet (sayt Linkin) passed through his body, most like through his heart.

Then the brothers fled.  None knows where they are, but many say they rode this way.  The hue and cry has been proclaimed.

Linkin sayt they will soon be taken.  For who would be so fool as to hazard theirselves to help them?

A young cat from our stable was present.  I knowed she was thinking the same as I, but we kept our thoughts well hid. 

Viz, that these brothers and their friends are the gentlemen we spake of not long since

And I’d guessed they’re hid at Tommik’s house, where my lord may be now.

Other cats called their liking of Linkin’s newes.  It joyed them to hear of men tormenting each other instead of us poor cats.  Then most ran off.  I saw that the stable cat made haste away, too.  Doubtless she wished to be first home with the newes.

Once all were gone, Nero, Linkin, my sister (with her kit, all ears) and I met for private talk, as is our custom.

My sister arrkst, “What do they call the murdered man?”

Head and shoulders of the young Earl, wearing a black doublet and flat white lace collar.
Henry (pronounced Harry) Wriothesley, 3rd Earl of Southampton, who turned 21 on Sunday 6 October 1594. A miniature by Nicholas Hilliard.

Linkin sayt, “Harry.”

“And he that kilt him?”

“Sir Harry.”

My little niece sayt, “Our Earl is Harry, too.  When all men have the same name, it’s small wonder they’re so wicked.   You call Harry, and all come running.  Who could know which is a villain and which a lord?”

I believe she spake in jest, but I reproved her.  I told her she may speak of my lord as his lordship, or as our Earl, but never as Harry.  That’s not respective [respectful].

She gave me a saucie look.

Nero sayt, “Most like they miscreants are at the coast, seeking a passage to France.  My master is ever willing to do his duty, and will give what aid he can.”

I’m not sure what Nero meant by that.  Aid to whom?

Linkin sayt, “Pistols are cowards’ weapons.  And rich folks think theirselves above the law.  I hope for newes of their arrests soon.”

(Linkin hears that kind of talk in his household of prating puritans.)

I contented myself with saying that I did not expect to hear owt in my household, so far removed am I from the talk of common gossips.

I write this late.  My lord has not returned this night, and I do not think he will.

One of a pair of 16th Century wheellock pistols held in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
One of a pair of 16th Century wheellock pistols held in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The Met’s page has more pictures and info about them.

Toutparmoi - Note from the EditorGib must have written this late on Monday 7 October 1594.  The previous Friday, the Danvers (or Davers) brothers, Sir Charles and Sir Henry, burst into a house in Corsham, Wiltshire, where a gentleman called Henry Long was dining with friends.

There are conflicting accounts of what happened next.  Pre-meditated murder, or a matter of honour that went wrong?  However, the coroner’s inquest (held on Saturday) found that Sir Henry Danvers shot and killed Henry Long.

The death was the result of a longstanding feud between the Long and Danvers families.  Both Danvers brothers were friends of the young Earl of Southampton.  They’d already led the adventurous life he aspired to.

Sir Charles, the elder, was born c. 1568.  He saw military service in the Netherlands, where he was knighted in 1588.  He’d also travelled widely in Europe, collecting books along the way, and seems to have been well-regarded by his contemporaries.

Sir Henry, the younger, was born c. 1573.  Much the same age as Gib’s Earl, he’d already served in the Netherlands, first as a page to Renaissance male role-model Sir Philip Sidney (who died as a result of a wound received at the Battle of Zutphen 1586), and later as a soldier.  In 1591 he accompanied the Earl of Essex to Normandy on a campaign to support the protestant Henri of Navarre, the nominal King of France.  The Earl of Essex knighted Henry Danvers for his part in the siege of Rouen.

Military commanders could confer knighthoods in the field.  Young Elizabethan men coveted this type of knighthood, rather than that of a “carpet-knight”.