You trap me not--nor am I in your power,as your weak brain may imagine,because I name to you freely the engines,the springs,the screws,the tackle,and braces,by which great men rise in stirring times.Sayest thou our good lord is fulfilled of all nobleness?Amen,and so be it--he has the more need to have those about him who are unscrupulous in his service,and who,because they know that his fall will overwhelm and crush them,must wager both blood and brain,soul and body,in order to keep him aloft;and this I tell thee,because I care not who knows it.You speak truth,Master Varney,said Anthony Foster.He that is head of a party is but a boat on a wave,that raises not itself,but is moved upward by the billow which it floats upon.Thou art metaphorical,honest Anthony,replied Varney;that velvet doublet hath made an oracle of thee.We will have thee to Oxford to take the degrees in the arts.And,in the meantime,hast thou arranged all the matters which were sent from London,and put the western chambers into such fashion as may answer my lord's humour?They may serve a king on his bridal-day,said Anthony;and Ipromise you that Dame Amy sits in them yonder as proud and gay as if she were the Queen of Sheba.'Tis the better,good Anthony,answered Varney;we must found our future fortunes on her good liking.We build on sand then,said Anthony Foster;for supposing that she sails away to court in all her lord's dignity and authority,how is she to look back upon me,who am her jailor as it were,to detain her here against her will,keeping her a caterpillar on an old wall,when she would fain be a painted butterfly in a court garden?Fear not her displeasure,man,said Varney.I will show her all thou hast done in this matter was good service,both to my lord and her;and when she chips the egg-shell and walks alone,she shall own we have hatched her greatness.Look to yourself,Master Varney,said Foster,you may misreckon foully in this matter.She gave you but a frosty reception this morning,and,I think,looks on you,as well as me,with an evil eye.You mistake her,Foster--you mistake her utterly.To me she is bound by all the ties which can secure her to one who has been the means of gratifying both her love and ambition.Who was it that took the obscure Amy Robsart,the daughter of an impoverished and dotard knight--the destined bride of a moonstruck,moping enthusiast,like Edmund Tressilian,from her lowly fates,and held out to her in prospect the brightest fortune in England,or perchance in Europe?Why,man,it was I--as I have often told thee--that found opportunity for their secret meetings.It was I who watched the wood while he beat for the deer.It was I who,to this day,am blamed by her family as the companion of her flight;and were I in their neighbourhood,would be fain to wear a shirt of better stuff than Holland linen,lest my ribs should be acquainted with Spanish steel.Who carried their letters?--I.Who amused the old knight and Tressilian?--I.Who planned her escape?--it was I.It was I,in short,**** Varney,who pulled this pretty little daisy from its lowly nook,and placed it in the proudest bonnet in Britain.Ay,Master Varney,said Foster;but it may be she thinks that had the matter remained with you,the flower had been stuck so slightly into the cap,that the first breath of a changeable breeze of passion had blown the poor daisy to the common.She should consider,said Varney,smiling,the true faith Iowed my lord and master prevented me at first from counselling marriage;and yet I did counsel marriage when I saw she would not be satisfied without the--the sacrament,or the ceremony--which callest thou it,Anthony?Still she has you at feud on another score,said Foster;and Itell it you that you may look to yourself in time.She would not hide her splendour in this dark lantern of an old monastic house,but would fain shine a countess amongst countesses.Very natural,very right,answered Varney;but what have I to do with that?--she may shine through horn or through crystal at my lord's pleasure,I have nought to say against it.She deems that you have an oar upon that side of the boat,Master Varney,replied Foster,and that you can pull it or no,at your good pleasure.In a word,she ascribes the secrecy and obscurity in which she is kept to your secret counsel to my lord,and to my strict agency;and so she loves us both as a sentenced man loves his judge and his jailor.She must love us better ere she leave this place,Anthony,answered Varney.If I have counselled for weighty reasons that she remain here for a season,I can also advise her being brought forth in the full blow of her dignity.But I were mad to do so,holding so near a place to my lord's person,were she mine enemy.
Bear this truth in upon her as occasion offers,Anthony,and let me alone for extolling you in her ear,and exalting you in her opinion--KA ME,KA THEE--it is a proverb all over the world.The lady must know her friends,and be made to judge of the power they have of being her enemies;meanwhile,watch her strictly,but with all the outward observance that thy rough nature will permit.'Tis an excellent thing that sullen look and bull-dog humour of thine;thou shouldst thank God for it,and so should my lord,for when there is aught harsh or hard-natured to be done,thou dost it as if it flowed from thine own natural doggedness,and not from orders,and so my lord escapes the scandal.--But,hark--some one knocks at the gate.Look out at the window--let no one enter--this were an ill night to be interrupted.It is he whom we spoke of before dinner,said Foster,as he looked through the casement;it is Michael Lambourne.Oh,admit him,by all means,said the courtier;he comes to give some account of his guest;it imports us much to know the movements of Edmund Tressilian.--Admit him,I say,but bring him not hither;I will come to you presently in the Abbot's library.Foster left the room,and the courtier,who remained behind,paced the parlour more than once in deep thought,his arms folded on his bosom,until at length he gave vent to his meditations in broken words,which we have somewhat enlarged and connected,that his soliloquy may be intelligible to the reader.
'Tis true,he said,suddenly stopping,and resting his right hand on the table at which they had been sitting,this base churl hath fathomed the very depth of my fear,and I have been unable to disguise it from him.She loves me not--I would it were as true that I loved not her!Idiot that I was,to move her in my own behalf,when wisdom bade me be a true broker to my lord!And this fatal error has placed me more at her discretion than a wise man would willingly be at that of the best piece of painted Eve's flesh of them all.Since the hour that my policy made so perilous a slip,I cannot look at her without fear,and hate,and fondness,so strangely mingled,that I know not whether,were it at my choice,I would rather possess or ruin her.But she must not leave this retreat until I am assured on what terms we are to stand.My lord's interest--and so far it is mine own,for if he sinks I fall in his train--demands concealment of this obscure marriage;and besides,I will not lend her my arm to climb to her chair of state,that she may set her foot on my neck when she is fairly seated.I must work an interest in her,either through love or through fear;and who knows but I may yet reap the sweetest and best revenge for her former scorn?--that were indeed a masterpiece of courtlike art!
Let me but once be her counsel-keeper--let her confide to me a secret,did it but concern the robbery of a linnet's nest,and,fair Countess,thou art mine own!He again paced the room in silence,stopped,filled and drank a cup of wine,as if to compose the agitation of his mind,and muttering,Now for a close heart and an open and unruffled brow,he left the apartment.