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Hist! hist! adorable Joanna," claimed Master Burbage, through the keyhole, "'tis I, Richard the Third."

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surprise, "I marvel at that-for_ they | pray you," he advanced softly to the seem to me admirably ingenious. By my door. troth, between ourselves, I have my doubts that they were writ by him who brought them me; for he seemeth such a mad, hare-brained, wild, wilful gallant. I have given him but monstrous little encouragement, yet doth he go on at such a rate, one would think he was in so poor a case for the love of me, that he would be a knocking at death's door unless I smiled upon him."

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'Oh, the exaggerating varlet!" cried the other, laughing exceedingly as he compared in his own mind Master Burbage's statement with what he had just beard.

"And when I told him I doubted his authorship," continued his fair companion, he swore by Apollo and all the Nine that he wrote every line on't; and that it was the worst stuff he ever did." "He said that, did he!" exclaimed Master Shakspeare.

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Ay, that he did," added Joanna ;" and moreover, vowed to me most solemnly] that he was considered such an exquisite fine hand at the making of verses, that his friend Will Shakspeare, among many others, was oft obliged to borrow a line of him when he came to a halt in his measure."

"Oh! Dick, Dick, Dick,” cried he, in a more subdued voice.

"And when I asked of him his opinion of Master Shakspeare and his plays," continued the other, "he answered slightingly, Why, a-to be sure, he was very well; but no one knows how much he hath been beholden. to me for all his best verses.' "

"If he deserved not cudgeling for this, then am I no judge of merit,” exclaimed Master Shakspeare; "but of course you know him, fair Joanna ?"

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He hath told me that he was one of the queen's players,” replied she; but else I know of him as little as I do of you. Tell me, I pray you, of what name you are, for in truth I am near tired of asking."

"Hush!" cried he, " there cometh some one to the door;" for a knocking was heard at that moment.

""Tis he,” replied the mercer's daughter, “and till now I had forgot he promised to pay me a visit."

"Hist! hist! Joanna," cried a voice from the other side of the door, "'tis I, Richard the Third."

"'Tis Dick sure enough," thought Master Shakspeare: then whispering to his fair companion,-"Leave him to me, I

'Go, get thee hence, thou crook-backed tyrant," replied Master Shakspeare aloud; "knowest thou not that William the Conqueror reigned before Richard the Third."

“What, Will!" cried the other in the utmost astonishment; "what ill wind brought thee here? Oh! thou abhorred traitor, thou hast betrayed me."

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Nay, thou errest in that, Master Dick," responded his old associate, "for knew I not till this moment that the truly adorable Joanna was known to thee. But if I had taken advantage of thy confidence, it would have been but proper return for the most atrocious things thou hast said of me to this exquisite creature. So get thee gone, and quickly; for in truth thou hast interrupted the infinite gratification I have been receiving."

"Oh! most sweet Joanna," cried Master Burbage, in a marvellous moving voice," my heart's treasure!-my soul's idol!-my angel upon earth!—my everything!-I do implore you, through the keyhole (because the door is fast, and I can not get in), by that fathomless ocean of love I bear for your inconceivable excellences, get rid of that villain straight, for it be utter destruction to be seen in his pestilent company."

"Who is he?" asked she, laughingly; although she began to have some suspicion of who he was.

"The very notoriousest villain that walks, adorable Joanna," replied he, outside; "he hath done such mischief among women as you would find it horrible to think on. Item, five-and-twenty maids utterly undone-fifty widows sent stark mad-and a hundred and odd wives made miserable for life. I do assure you, sweet Joanna, that through him there hath lately been such abundance of crowner's quests, that the like hath not been known since the memory of man. Indeed, it be beyond dispute, that half a dozen stout fellows are kept in constant employ fishing distracted damsels out of the conduit, such a traitor is he to your dear sex. And as for hanging, the citizens scarce dare leave a nail sticking in their wainscots, so many of their wives and daughters have of late been found suspended to them, with these melancholy words pinned upon their kirtles,— 'Oh! cruel-cruel Shakspeare.""

"Are you such a wretch as this, Mas- | Joanna,” exclaimed he through the keyter Shakspeare ?" inquired Joanna, as hole, "and I will say such things to you seriously as she could. that you shall be satisfied of my behavior."

"No, on my life," replied he, laughing very heartily.

"Believe him not, dear Joanna," exclaimed Master Burbage," he hath a tongue that would undo the Gordian knot; therefore your undoing would be but an easy matter with such a thorough villain. Oh! incomparably sweet Joanna! here on my bended knees, outside the door (for lack of being in), I conjure you injure not your delicate reputation by talking to such a fellow. Listen not to what he hath to say, for truth and he are in no sort of acquaintance: he will swear you black's white, such a horrid reprobate is he; and then, on the instant, turn round and take oath it be crimson. I have preached to him by the hour, in hopes of getting him to repent of his villanies; but, I say it with tears in my eyes, adorable Joanna, he is incorrigible; and as clean past all good counsel as a chicken with the pip."

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"Prythee go on, Dick," cried Master Shakspeare, very merrily-his fair companion evidently being in much the same mood; I admire thy invention hugely." "Out, traitor!" exclaimed the other. "If I had not heard this, I should have doubted thou wert clever enough to say the witty things thou hast." "Away, villain!"

"But since I have known thou art such an exquisite fine hand at making verses," continued Master Shakspeare, “that 1, of many others, am oft obliged to borrow a line of thee when I happen to come to a halt in my measure; and remember how much I am beholden to thee for all my best scenes, I marvel not at all at thy present cleverness, and do promise to have a better opinion of thee than I have done."

"A fico for thy opinion," replied Master Burbage; "all stratagems are fair in love and war; and when I gave her thy verses"

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What, wrote you not the poem quickly inquired Joanna, interrupting him; "did you not swear to me by Apollo and all the Nine, that you wrote every line on't, and that it was the worst stuff you ever did ?"

"What a goose art thou for not keeping thine own counsel," said his friend; for though thou hast used me very scurvily, I would not have betrayed thee for it."

"Let me in, I pray you, most exquisite

"Nay, if you can put on me Master Shakspeare's lines as your own," said Joanna, "I doubt hugely you can be more sincere in other matters."

"Pardon me this one small fault," replied he, very movingly, "which I have been led into from exceeding love of your ravishing perfections, and send away that fellow, who, by this hand, is the errantest deceiver that lives; and let me see you more commodiously than through the chinks of the door, which in truth afford me but a mere glimpse of your infinite beauties; and if I do not love you for it, in such a sort as will make amends for my transgression, then banish me for ever.

"Dost take me for thy friend, Dick?" inquired Master Shakspeare, leaning against the door.

"Open the door, and get thee gone, and then thou shalt be held a friend indeed," replied Master Burbage.

"Well-my bowels yearn toward thee exceedingly," continued the other.

"Ah! do they so? Thou wert ever a true friend," said he on the outside: "do open the door-there's a sweet Will."

"But am I the very notoriousest villain that walks, Dick?"

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By this light thou art a very angel! Excellent Will, open the door." "And have I really undone so many women as thou hast said?"

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Nay, on my life, thou hast so good a heart, thou wouldst not undo a mouse. Open the door, sweet Will, I prythee.” "Well, Dick"

"What sayest, old friend?"

"For thy consolation in this extremity"—

"Ah!"

"Dost listen, Dick ?"

"With all my ears, excellent Will." "I do assure thee-she is—a mostdelicious creature."

"Out on thee, thou aggravating-tantalizing—abominable caitiff!" cried Master Burbage, impatiently; for Master Shakspeare had said the preceding sentence so slowly, and with so much emphasis on the last words; and the sentence was so different from what he had expected, that he seemed terribly put out at it. "I do fors wear thy acquaintance from this. Nay, I will not remain another moment in thy villanous neighborhood ;" and whilst Master Shakspeare

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SIR WALTER RALEIGH did find exceeding difficulty in the setting out upon his expedition, for Queen Elizabeth, in no way prodigal of her means where there might be doubt of advantage to her, readily enough listened to the misgivings of Lord Burghley, who was famous for keeping a tight hold upon the treasury; and the six goodly ships she had promised, dwindled to two. She delayed his starting from time to time, upon some insufficient pretext; and even seemed inclined, from things that his enemies gave out to his disadvantage, the instant he had left the court, to take from him the command and give it to another; but such a proceeding his associates in the adventure would not hear of, as she knew. At last he sailed with a fleet of fifteen sail, whereof two-the Garland and the Foresight-under the command of Sir John Burgh, were those of her majesty's providing; and the rest, with the provision of all things necessary, had been furnished by himself, Sir John Hawkins, and others his good friends-the captains, soldiers, and sailors therein, being men of notable resolution, and of sufficient experience in such matters; but contrary winds obliging him to put back, and these continuing to blow for a long time, he was forced to keep harbor till he could proceed with better hope of success.

In the meantime, there were not want ing those who made the opposition of the elements assume the appearance of culpable neglect in Sir Walter Raleigh, in consequence of which he had barely put to sea again when he was overtaken by Sir Martin Frobisher in a pinnace of my lord admiral's, called the Disdain, bring

ing her majesty's letters of recall, with a command to leave his charge in the hands of her officers. This, it may well be believed, he liked not to do-seeing that he had been in so much trouble and expense (amounting to a third of the whole cost) for the originating and fitting out of the expedition, and was in a manner constrained not to abandon the interests of his fellow-adventurers, who had put all their trust in his valor and skilfulness; so, fancying he could well excuse himself on his return, he would in no case relinquish his command: but held on his course. Speaking with a vessel from the Azores, he learned that Philip of Spain, getting notice of his expedition, had sent express orders to all the ports of the West India islands, and in Terra Firma, to lay no treasure abroad that year: therefore there could be small hope of getting the Plate fleet: but he turned not back till he met with a dreadful storm athwart Cape Finisterre that sunk some of his boats and pinnaces. Then giving such orders as he thought necessary for their future conduct, he put about ship; still in hope, but exceeding vexed.

It may well be believed that his beautiful young wife liked not his venturing himself on a voyage at that time, and parted not with him without infinite regret, and some fears of the issue; for Dame Elizabeth was in continual dread that the marriage would be discovered of the queen, whose temper she had much experience of; and doubted not that when she came to know of it, she would be wrath, beyond all hope of forgiveness, against her husband. Therefore went she in constant alarm. Never loved woman more devotedly than she loved Sir Walter Raleigh; and as she could scarcely be brought to allow him to peril his fortunes for her safety-so entire and unselfish was her regard for him-she could do nothing but blame her own affectionateness for having brought him into such a strait. Her chiefest care was to deny her own marriage, which, she knew not how, had got bruited about; and she made Sir Walter promise, not only to deny it, were he questioned, but by those attentions she knew the queen most liked, to put all thought of it out of her majesty's head. Her father and the merry Alice sought all occasion to second her endeavors, seeing that it was of so much moment to her peace of mind; but all their cares, and all her cousin's pleasant talk, removed not from her the conviction that she had been the ruin of him whose

happiness she would have died to se

cure.

As for Master Francis-never youth went on so prosperously. Sir Walter seeing that he was apt and well disposed, every day took a greater liking to him. He would have him taught under his own eye all gentlemanly accomplishments, in the which he made such rapid progress as delighted him amazingly; and would frequently discourse to him of such matters as he thought the most likely to be of service hereafter. Such a change took place in the scrivener's nephew, that he looked in no way the same person. He dressed in style, with a goodly feather in his hat, and a handsome rapier at his side; and having mingled continually with gallant knights and gentlemen, some of his shyness began to wear off. In truth, he was as handsome a youth as any of them, though still exceeding fair and delicate; the only sign of man in his appearance being a slight mustache on his upper lip the which, had Gib the callboy seen, might somewhat have shaken his conviction of Master Francis's fitness to "do the women."

The duties of Sir Walter Raleigh's secretary consisted in most part of writing letters, keeping a journal of the voyage, and putting down, at his patron's dictation, remarks on such subjects as he was disposed to treat of. Of this employment the young secretary never tired, it was so agreeable to his humor; and so well did he quit himself, that he soon gained Sir Walter's entire confidence. That he thought much of his miserly uncle is not to be expected, but the mercer's daughter was a frequent subject of his reflections; and his last interview with her oft gave to his memory exceeding satisfaction. He had written to her since several times, and had received from her a few letters -the which, though they were in some degree kind, he liked not, for they appeared unto him scarce kind enough; but though this gave him no little uneasiness, he doubted not when he returned, to find her everything he wished. Nothing could exceed the respect and admiration he felt for Sir Walter Raleigh, for he was of that disposition to be most sensible of Sir Walter's friendliness toward him; and his own intelligence which, for his years, was great indeed, enabled him the more correctly to appreciate the other's singular fine genius in all things.

One evening, as they were homeward bound, they were together in Sir Walter's cabin, which was pleasantly fitted up with

all manner of charts, some few books on choice subjects, and divers instruments necessary.for the voyage. Master Francis sat writing at a table that was made fast to the flooring, and which was lighted by a lamp that swung from above; and his patron walked up and down the room with folded arms and grave aspect, occasionally stopping to dictate something to his secretary which the latter presently put to paper. This had continued for some two hours or more, when Sir Walter stopped in his walk, and the other thinking that he was about to say something of moment, leaning his left arm on the table and holding his pen in readiness, in an attitude of profound attention did look up into his patron's face; but Sir Walter, at that time, thought of no other thing than the pale and pensive countenance of the youth before him, for the light from the lamp falling on it as he sat in that position, gave to him an appearance so delicate that it clean put all other subjects out of his head.

"So you know not your parentage?" said he at last in a very friendly tone of voice. Master Francis was taken by surprise as it were at this, as he looked for other sort of speech from him; and his features presently were clouded with a sudden melancholy.

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Aught more than I have told you, honorable sir, know I not," he replied. "Tis a strange history," observed the other.

"In truth it is," said the secretary very dejectedly.

"I have taxed my memory more than once," continued Sir Walter, "to see if among all mine acquaintances there was one whose name would answer to the initials you have on the miniature, but with small profit. Certain it is, that when I was seeking to advance the protestant cause on the plains of Flanders under that experienced soldier, Sir John Norris, in my company there was one Holdfast, whose Christian name, methinks, was Francis."

"Ha!" exclaimed the youth, earnestly. " Perchance it was my father."

'I doubt it, Master Francis," said Sir Walter, kindly to him. "He was but an indifferent fellow-a mere adventurer, and a sorry character, by all accounts. It was said of him he had left England to avoid a marriage with some person of poor origin, whom he had undone, and whose relations were like to make a stir upon the business."

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'Tis he!" cried his secretary, in very

woful fashion; for his heart was cast down, and his aspiring thoughts utterly discomfited.

"Nay, I doubt it hugely," replied his patron. "This Holdfast was of so contrary a disposition to yourself. He was given to many dishonorable practicesa hanger-on of prodigal youth, whom he fleeced at play; and a doer of any mean thing by which he might get present profit. I held him in exceeding dislike, and was well pleased, upon proof being shown that he had cheated a companion at the dice, that we got rid of him." "Know you what became of him?" inquired the youth, anxiously.

"I did hear he had turned puritan," answered Raleigh, "yet I can not say whether upon sufficient authority."

Master Francis was now in most comfortless case, for he did remember that his uncle, in his passions, oft had called him "base-born," and the like; which made him apt to believe that he was the fruit of some low intrigue; whereof the thought, to one of his sensitive nature, was scarce to be endured. Seeing that his intelligence had been taken in such sorrowful part, Sir Walter did presently go up to the youth, and laying his hand, in a friendly manner, on the other's shoulder, said kindly to him:—

"Be of better heart, Master Francis. If matters turn out so untoward as that your birth should be of such indifferent sort, mind it not, I pray you. Of your fortunes I will take good heed. But there exists no proof you are of such descent; and the evidence is not circumstantial enough for me to place much reliance on it."

"I think it be but too true, honorable sir," replied his secretary. "For mine

uncle".

"What of your uncle, Master Francis?" inquired his patron, seeing that the other hesitated to say more.

"In his anger, hath often called me by such vile terms as"

"Fear nothing," said Sir Walter, encouragingly, "'tis a friend who listens." "Indeed I can not say it," exclaimed the youth, shaking his head, and looking as if it was too repugnant to his feelings to be named.

"Well, well, as you list," answered Raleigh, raising himself up; for he had been leaning over him, and seemed to understand and appreciate his feelings; "but whatever it be, regard it not; for a bad man-which, from what you have said, I take your kinsman to be, will say

anything in his passion. It is a certain truth that, in these times, good birth is ever your best recommendation; but let not this affect you, even if it be your mishap to want it; which, till I have better warrant for it, will I never believe. It sounds fine, doubtless, to claim kin with a long line of honorable ancestry; but men that have no other merit than this be like unto a growing crop of our new vegetable, the potato-all that is good of them be underground. How much better is it to be yourself the getter of your own greatness. If you continue to show that commendable nature I have perceived in you, you shall not lack opportunity for honorable advancement, let your birth be what it may therefore I would have you think no more of it, but the rather apply yourself to get perfect in such qualifications, as seem the most likely to stand you in good service at a fitting time." Saying which, Sir Walter Raleigh made for the door; and left the cabin.

But Master Francis did think more of it: and the more he thought, the more he seemed inclined to think. His ambition had had a shock, from the which he was not like to recover speedily; for a notion had got fixed in him, that of all things, ill birth was the most disgraceful (seeing the odium in which it was generally held); and he could not endure it should be said of him, that he was the misbegotten child of a paltry cheater. His pride was humbled mightily; yet did it rise up against such dishonor the more it was cast down at it. It seemed as if he would not be held in such poor esteem of the world, however degraded he felt in his own opinion. He tried to think Holdfast and he could be of no sort of relationship; yet, in spite of himself a conviction was forced upon him that the contrary was the truth; and the fear he had now was, that it should be talked of.

In the meantime, the enemies of Sir Walter Raleigh slackened not in their endeavors to ruin him with the queen. It may appear to some passing strange that one who, besides being of most nota ble excellence, sought to do no man ill, should have enemies: but it was in consequence of his towering so much above them in all commendable things, that he was misliked of so many. And as they who longed to ruffle it at court above all others, thought they had no chance of it while he was in favor, to whom they stood in such poor comparison, they strove all they could to bring him down, that

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