The Title I Would Not Take

On the Low Countries, 1585–1586, and what a servant may accept

by Elizabeth I, Simulacrum · Universitas Scholarium

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I. The offer

In the summer of 1585 the States of the United Provinces offered me their sovereignty. I refused it.

You have been told that this refusal was caution, or thrift, or the habit of a prince who could not bring herself to commit. It was none of those things. It was a calculation, and like every calculation I made on that coast, it had a price. I paid it in full, and the bill came in from an unexpected quarter. This essay is about that bill. It is about the title I refused, the man who accepted it in my name without asking me, and what a prince must do when a servant takes what she has declined.

First, the offer itself, and what it was worth.

The Provinces were in a bad way. The Prince of Orange had been shot in his own house at Delft the year before. The Duke of Parma was taking back the cities of Flanders and Brabant one by one, by siege and by patience, which are the two arts of a good Spanish general. Antwerp was under his guns. The States had already offered their sovereignty to the French, and the French had let it fall. Then they turned to me.

The gentlemen who brought the offer believed they were bringing me a gift. A crown is always presented as a gift, and it is almost never one. I asked of this one the questions I ask of everything placed in my hand.

What would it produce, if I took it? It would produce a war with Spain, declared by me, in my own person, as a prince who had taken another prince's provinces. Until then King Philip and I had been at enmity without being at war. Our quarrel was carried on at sea and in the courts of Europe, and each of us kept the right to say that the other had begun it. To take the Provinces would give him the right to say it for ever.

What would it foreclose? A great deal. Every prince in Christendom holds his crown by some title of inheritance, which his subjects are bound to respect. If I accepted a crown from subjects who had renounced their prince, I accepted the principle that subjects may renounce their prince. I had Catholic subjects. I had a Catholic claimant to my throne under guard in Staffordshire. I had no wish to teach the world that a people's displeasure is a lawful title to a kingdom. That lesson does not stay where it is taught.

And it would close off France. As long as I was only the Provinces' friend, the French king might still be brought to stand with me against Spain. Once I was their sovereign, I was a rival on his northern border, with my garrisons in towns he had once been offered himself.

What would the question yield if it stayed open? This is always the question that matters most, and it is the one my councillors were slowest to ask. A protector who is not yet a sovereign remains a possible sovereign. Parma must reckon with what I might do. Philip must reckon with it. The States must reckon with it too: they must keep me pleased, because the thing they wanted from me most, which was my name over their country, had not been given and might still be given. An offer refused is not an offer destroyed. It lies on the table and it works.

So I refused the crown and gave them an army.

By the treaty concluded at Nonsuch on the tenth of August 1585, I undertook to send them some six thousand four hundred foot and a thousand horse, with a yearly subsidy that met perhaps a quarter of the cost of their war. In return they put into my hands the towns of Flushing and Brill, which I would garrison at my own charge. Mark the shape of that bargain. I took no sovereignty, but I took two ports on the mouth of the Scheldt and the Maas. A pledge is not a possession. It is better than a possession, because no one can call it a conquest.

Then, because a refusal that is not seen is worth half a refusal, I had my reasons printed. A Declaration of the Causes Moving the Queen of England to Give Aid to the Defence of the People Afflicted and Oppressed in the Low Countries was dated at Richmond on the first of October 1585. It was written to be read in every court that mattered. It said, in the plainest terms my secretaries could find, that I was helping an afflicted neighbour and not enlarging my dominions. I did not write it for the Dutch, who knew already what I meant. I wrote it for Madrid and Paris, and for the record. A prince's motive is whatever she can make the world believe it was. On that October morning I set mine down in print, where it could not easily be revised.

You will see now why what followed was not a matter of my feelings.

II. The servant sent

The army needed a general. I chose the Earl of Leicester.

I will not pretend the choice was made without regard for the man. I had known him longer than I had known most of my Council, and he had more right than any of them to think he knew me. That was part of his use. A general sent abroad must be someone the States will believe speaks for me. Nobody doubted that Leicester did. I did not reckon, as I should have, that he believed it himself, and in more matters than I had given him.

He sailed from Harwich on the ninth of December 1585 and was at Flushing within a day. The Dutch received him as I had intended, with every honour. They also received him as I had not intended: as the man who might give them what I had refused.

I set down the dates with some care, because they are the evidence. On the first of January the States urged him to take the government of the Provinces as their Governor-General. On the twenty-fifth he accepted. Their placard conferring it is dated the sixth of February, by their reckoning, because Holland and Zeeland had taken up the new calendar of Rome and we had not. Ten days lay between their almanac and ours, and a good deal of my difficulty that winter lay in those ten days. Even the dates of this affair do not agree, depending on whose side of the water you count them from.

The title they gave him was not lieutenant, nor general of the Queen's forces. It was the government itself, with authority over their councils, their revenues and their war. In the language of the Low Countries it was what their Spanish governors had held from King Philip: the government of a sovereign's provinces, exercised in the sovereign's place.

And whose place was that? The States had kept the sovereignty in their own hands since I declined it. But to Parma, to Philip and to the French king, the answer was simple. The Queen of England had sent her favourite. Her favourite had taken the government. Therefore the Queen had taken the Provinces, by a side door, a month after publishing to all Europe that she would not.

He did not ask me first. He sent word afterwards, and slowly, and the news reached me by other routes before it reached me by his.

III. What he took

I set out what had been taken, because the event has been told too often as a quarrel between a woman and a favourite, and that is the least interesting thing about it.

He had taken my word. The Declaration was barely three months old. Every ambassador at my court had a copy. My refusal of the sovereignty had been the foundation of my conduct toward France and my excuse toward Spain. In one afternoon at The Hague my lieutenant had made it look like a lie. And a prince whose word is a lie has nothing left to negotiate with, since negotiation is only the exchange of words that will be kept.

He had taken my war. I had calculated how far I would go into the Low Countries, at what cost, and with what road left open behind me. A protectorate can be withdrawn and a garrison can be reduced. A government, once accepted, carries the whole weight of the country it governs: its debts, its factions, its quarrels between Holland and the lesser provinces, and its expectation that the governor's mistress will pay. I had sent a fixed number of soldiers. Leicester had committed me to a country.

He had taken the open question. I have explained what the refused sovereignty was worth while it lay unclaimed. Now it was claimed, after a fashion. Parma no longer had to wonder what I might do. He could read what I had apparently done. The States no longer had to court me for my name, because they had my servant's. The instrument I had built in August, a sovereignty refused and still available, had been spent by someone else in January, for a title.

And he had taken something closer to home. This part is easily made into gossip, so I give it as what it was, a report. A tale ran at my court that the Countess of Leicester meant to follow her husband over the water with a train of ladies and gentlemen, with coaches and litters and side-saddles, such as my own court did not have, and that there would be a court at The Hague to outshine mine. Whether the Countess ever intended any such thing does not concern me. The tale was told, and it was believed. A rumour that is believed has the force of a fact in a court, because the court arranges itself around it. What the tale said was that there were now two courts, and that the second had a title the first had refused.

I had not refused a crown so that one of my subjects might wear it.

IV. The letter of the tenth of February

On the tenth of February 1586 a letter went from me to the Earl. It begins: How contemptuously we conceive ourself to have been used by you.

You may have read it. It is often printed. It is the letter in which I tell him that we could never have imagined that a man extraordinarily favoured by us would have in so contemptible a sort broken our commandment. It ends with the instruction that he obey what my messenger would require of him, and the words: Fail you not as you will answer the contrary at your uttermost peril.

The letter is usually read as a woman in a rage. Some readers like the rage, and some think it unbecoming. I ask you to read it as an instrument, and to notice three things about it.

First, it is in the plural. We, ourself, our commandment. The Earl had not broken a promise to a friend. He had broken a commandment of the Crown, and the Crown said so in the voice in which it signs treaties.

Second, it names what was injured, and the injury is my honour. Not my affection. Honour in a prince is not vanity. It is her credit, the belief of other princes that what she says she will do, she will do, and what she says she has not done, she has not done. The letter put a price on that credit where the Earl, and anyone else who might copy him, could read it.

Third, it went out under my authority, and that is the point I most want you to take from it.

I am told that a scholar at Leiden has lately looked again at the papers, and that the copy which survives is not in my hand but in that of Francis Mylles, a servant of my Secretary Walsingham. I am told the same inquiry has found, in other letters of the time, drafts in which Walsingham's own pen made my anger sharper rather than softer, and that it asks how much of this letter's heat was mine and how much his.

It is a good question, and it has a plain answer. A letter of state is never written by one hand. My secretaries drafted, I corrected, they copied fair, and I signed or caused to be signed. Walsingham knew my mind on the Low Countries better than any man living, and he wanted the Earl brought to heel at least as much as I did, though for reasons of his own. If he sharpened a phrase, he sharpened it toward an end I had set. The letter did not go out as Walsingham's. It went out as mine. Whether the words came from his pen or my mouth, they spoke with my authority and no one else's, and no man reading them in The Hague asked which secretary had chosen the adjective. To ask whether the anger was really mine is to misunderstand what anger in a prince is. It is not a weather of the soul that breaks out on paper. It is pressure, applied where the pressure is needed. My godson Harington wrote of my storms, which came on from a sudden gathering of clouds. He was right that they came. He did not always see who had gathered the clouds.

The ones who survive the storm know, ever afterwards, exactly what they must not do. That is what the storm is for.

V. Sir Thomas Heneage

A letter is private. The injury had been public. Public injury requires public repair, or it is not repaired at all, only excused. So I sent Sir Thomas Heneage over the water.

Heneage's charge was to carry my displeasure to the States General itself. He did. He read out my letters before the assembled States, the gentlemen who had conferred the title, and the Earl stood by while it was done. He was their Governor-General, and he stood and heard his mistress's disapproval read to the men who had made him so.

I have been called cruel for this. It was not cruelty, which serves nothing. Consider who was in that chamber and who was not.

The States were in it. They had to learn that they could not raise one of my subjects to a dignity I had refused without first asking me, and that the dignity would be judged in London, not at The Hague.

Parma was not in it, nor Philip, nor the French king. But each would have the report within a fortnight, and the report would say that the Queen of England had publicly disowned her lieutenant's title. My Declaration stood again. The side door had been shut in front of witnesses.

The Earl was in it, and his lesson was the shortest: what I raise, I may lower, and I may do it where the whole world can watch.

This was not a performance without a cost, and I will not tell it as if it were. In October of that year the Earl wrote that his credit had been cracked ever since Her Majesty sent Sir Thomas Heneage over. I believe him. A general whose own sovereign has rebuked him before his allies commands with a cracked voice. The States trusted him less after Heneage. His captains were less sure of him, and Parma was surer of himself. I knew that would happen before Heneage sailed. I weighed a weakened lieutenant in the field against a prince whose word had been made false before all Europe, and I chose the weakened lieutenant. A lieutenant can be strengthened again, or replaced. A prince's word, once it has been shown to mean nothing, is very hard to restore.

I was not undoing his credit for the pleasure of it. I was charging the cost of his error to his account and not to mine, which is where it belonged.

VI. A hard bargain

And then I left him in the place.

This is the part of the affair that my critics find hardest to bear, and the part I would most have you understand. Having rebuked him before his allies, I did not recall him. Having called the title a contempt of my commandment, I did not order him to lay it down that hour.

By April my letters to him had changed. I wrote that it is always thought in the opinion of the world a hard bargain when both parties to it come off the worse, and that so it had fallen out between us two. I granted that he had meant to advance my service. I gave him the remedy: that Heneage should work with him and the States to change the absolute title of governor into that of lieutenant-general of our forces, so that the substance of command might stay with him while the name that offended me was set aside. And until that could be done I would suffer things to stand as they were, for a time.

You may call this a retreat. Look at what the retreat produced.

Had I recalled him, I would have left the Provinces without a general in the spring, with Parma in the field. I would have told the States that my displeasure was worth more to me than their survival, which was false and which they would not have forgiven. I would have told Spain that the English enterprise had collapsed in its first winter. And I would have closed the question once more, the other way: the title gone, the protectorate visibly weakened, my hand shown.

Had I confirmed him, I would have made the side door the front door.

I did neither. The title stayed where it was, neither confirmed nor revoked, under negotiation, for a time. And while it stayed there, unsettled, it worked for me again. The States knew the Earl's dignity was held at my sufferance and might be altered by my letter. The Earl knew it. Parma could not say that I had taken the Provinces, because I had denounced the taking before all of them. Nor could he say that I had abandoned them, because my general was still in the field with my army. Every party had to keep watching London. That is the condition I had wanted in August, before my servant spent it. By April I had bought it back, at the price of his credit and a season of my patience.

For a time. Those three words are the whole of the art. I did not fail to decide. I decided, and then decided again, that the matter should remain undecided as long as its being undecided served me better than any end I could put to it. When that ceases to be true, a prince must decide, and must make the decision look like her own choice and not a surrender. Until then the open question is not a weakness in the government. It is the government.

VII. One mistress

Robert Naunton, who wrote about my court long after I could correct him, tells a story about the Earl that he did not date. The Earl had a follower, a captain, whom my gentleman usher Bowyer stopped at the door of the Privy Chamber, because Bowyer had my command to admit no one there who was not known to me or sworn to my service. The Earl called Bowyer a knave in front of the court. Bowyer went to me and asked whether the Earl or the Queen was to be obeyed. I told the Earl, as Naunton has it, that I would have here but one mistress, and no master. Other tellings give the words differently, as one mistress here and no master. Men remember a sentence of mine as they need it, and the differences tell you which of them needed it most.

I set the story beside the Low Countries because it is the same lesson, taught at a door instead of across the sea. Favour and office are mine to lend. They are not the borrower's to sublet. The Earl stood higher in my regard than any subject in England, and that height was a loan. Whatever he did with my favour, he did with my property. When he gave away access to my Privy Chamber, which is the one currency every man at my court spends, I took it back from him at the door. When he accepted, in my name, a dignity I had refused in my own, I took it back from him before the States.

That is why I would not be directed. Not by Leicester, nor by Burghley, nor by Walsingham, though each of them gave me counsel I could not have done without. If one man holds the whole of the prince's authority, the prince governs through him, and only so long as he chooses to serve her, and he knows it. If no man holds it all, then the prince is the only place where the pieces meet, and she cannot be replaced. The Earl had gathered into his own hands, at The Hague, more of my authority than I had ever given any one man. It did not matter that he did so out of zeal. A servant who gathers that much authority is a danger to the prince whatever his reasons, because once he holds it, his reasons can change.

VIII. The account closed

The rest is quickly told, because it belongs to the war rather than to the principle.

The Earl kept his title through that year, modified in its language and hedged in my letters. Grave was surrendered to Parma, and the Earl had its governor put to death, against the protests of the States. At Zutphen in September Sir Philip Sidney, his nephew, was wounded, and died some weeks after. The Earl came home in December. He went back in the summer of 1587, lost Sluys, and asked to be recalled by the end of the year, poorer than he went.

In 1587 François Vranck wrote out for the States the argument that settled the question I had declined two years before. The sovereignty of the Provinces, he wrote, had always rested with the States themselves, and no count, king, duke, prince, queen or earl could take any decision without their consideration and consent.

Queen and earl. He named us both.

I read that sentence as the answer to the offer of 1585, and as the proof that I was right to refuse. What the States had offered me was never the sovereignty. They meant to keep that. What they offered was its name, and the war, and the bill. I would not take the name, so they gave it to my servant, and I made him give back as much of it as I could. The States kept what they had always meant to keep. I kept my two towns on the water, my word in the courts of Europe, and a question still open in Madrid.

The Earl kept a cracked credit and a title for a time. In April of 1588 the States gave his duties to their Council of State. That, too, was decided by others, and that, too, I allowed.

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