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<h2> THE STAR-CHAMBER; AN HISTORICAL ROMANCE, </h2>
<h2> By W. Harrison Ainsworth, Esq. </h2>
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Author Of "Windsor Castle," &C.
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<h3> In Two Volumes. </h3>
<h3> VOL. I. </h3>
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Leipzig
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Bernhard Tauchnitz
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<h3> 1854. </h3>
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<p><b>CONTENTS</b></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. The Three Cranes in the Vintry. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. Sir Giles Mompesson and his partner.</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. The French ordinary. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. A Star-Chamber victim. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. Jocelyn Mounchensey. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. Provocation. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. How Lord Roos obtained Sir Francis
Mitchell's signature. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII. Of Lupo Vulp, Captain Bludder,
Clement Lanyere, and Sir Giles's other Myrmidons. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX. The Letters-Patent. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. The 'prentices and their leader. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI. John Wolfe. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII. The Arrest and the Rescue. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII. How Jocelyn Mounchensey encountered
a masked horseman on Stamford Hill. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV. The May-Queen and the Puritan's
Daughter. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV. Hugh Calveley. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI. Of the sign given by the Puritan to
the Assemblage. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII. A rash promise. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII. How the promise was cancelled.</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX. Theobalds' Palace. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX. King James the First. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI. Consequences of the Puritan's
warning. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII. Wife and Mother-in-Law. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII. The Tress of Hair. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV. The Fountain Court. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV. Sir Thomas Lake. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXVI. The forged Confession. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER XXVII. The Puritan's Prison. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVIII. The Secret. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER XXIX. Luke Hatton. </SPAN></p>
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<h3> "I will make a Star-Chamber matter of it." </h3>
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MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.
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<h1>THE STAR-CHAMBER; AN HISTORICAL ROMANCE</h1>
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<h2> CHAPTER I. The Three Cranes in the Vintry. </h2>
<p>Adjoining the Vintry Wharf, and at the corner of a narrow lane
communicating with Thames Street, there stood, in the early part of the
Seventeenth Century, a tavern called the Three Cranes. This old and
renowned place of entertainment had then been in existence more than two
hundred years, though under other designations. In the reign of Richard
II., when it was first established, it was styled the Painted Tavern, from
the circumstance of its outer walls being fancifully coloured and adorned
with Bacchanalian devices. But these decorations went out of fashion in
time, and the tavern, somewhat changing its external features, though
preserving all its internal comforts and accommodation, assumed the name
of the Three Crowns, under which title it continued until the accession of
Elizabeth, when it became (by a slight modification) the Three Cranes; and
so remained in the days of her successor, and, indeed, long afterwards.</p>
<p>Not that the last-adopted denomination had any reference, as might be
supposed, to the three huge wooden instruments on the wharf, employed with
ropes and pulleys to unload the lighters and other vessels that brought up
butts and hogsheads of wine from the larger craft below Bridge, and
constantly thronged the banks; though, no doubt, they indirectly suggested
it. The Three Cranes depicted on the large signboard, suspended in front
of the tavern, were long-necked, long-beaked birds, each with a golden
fish in its bill.</p>
<p>But under whatever designation it might be known—Crown or Crane—the
tavern had always maintained a high reputation for excellence of wine: and
this is the less surprising when we take into account its close proximity
to the vast vaults and cellars of the Vintry, where the choicest produce
of Gascony, Bordeaux, and other wine-growing districts, was deposited;
some of which we may reasonably conclude would find its way to its tables.
Good wine, it may be incidentally remarked, was cheap enough when the
Three Cranes was first opened, the delicate juice of the Gascoign grape
being then vended, at fourpence the gallon, and Rhenish at sixpence!
Prices, however, had risen considerably at the period of which we propose
to treat; but the tavern was as well-reputed and well-frequented as ever:
even more so, for it had considerably advanced in estimation since it came
into the hands of a certain enterprising French skipper, Prosper
Bonaventure by name, who intrusted its management to his active and pretty
little wife Dameris, while he himself prosecuted his trading voyages
between the Garonne and the Thames. And very well Madame Bonaventure
fulfilled the duties of hostess, as will be seen.</p>
<p>Now, as the skipper was a very sharp fellow, and perfectly understood his
business—practically anticipating the Transatlantic axiom of buying
at the cheapest market and selling at the dearest—he soon contrived
to grow rich. He did more: he pleased his customers at the Three Cranes.
Taking care to select his wines judiciously, and having good
opportunities, he managed to obtain possession of some delicious vintages,
which, could not be matched elsewhere; and, with this nectar at his
command, the fortune of his house was made. All the town gallants flocked
to the Three Cranes to dine at the admirable French ordinary newly
established there, and crush a flask or so of the exquisite Bordeaux,
about which, and its delicate flavour and bouquet, all the connoisseurs in
claret were raving. From, mid-day, therefore, till late in the afternoon,
there were nearly as many gay barges and wherries as lighters lying off
the Vintry Wharf; and sometimes, when accommodation was wanting, the
little craft were moored along the shore all the way from Queenhithe to
the Steelyard; at which latter place the Catherine Wheel was almost as
much noted for racy Rhenish and high-dried neat's tongues, as our tavern
was for fine Bordeaux and well-seasoned pâtés.</p>
<p>Not the least, however, of the attractions of the Three Cranes, was the
hostess herself. A lively little brunette was Madame Bonaventure, still
young, or, at all events, very far from being old; with extremely fine
teeth, which she was fond of displaying, and a remarkably neat ankle,
which she felt no inclination to hide beneath the sweep of her round
circling farthingale. Her figure was quite that of a miniature Venus; and
as, like most of her country-women, she understood the art of dress to
admiration, she set off her person to the best advantage; always attiring
herself in a style, and in colours, that suited her, and never indulging
in an unwarrantable extravagance of ruff, or absurd and unbecoming length
of peaked boddice. As to the stuffs she wore, they were certainly above
her station, for no Court dame could boast of richer silks than those in
which the pretty Dameris appeared on fête days; and this was accounted for
by reason that the good skipper seldom returned from a trip to France
without bringing his wife a piece of silk, brocade, or velvet from Lyons;
or some little matter from Paris, such as a ruff, cuff, partlet, bandlet,
or fillet. Thus the last French mode might be seen at the Three Crowns,
displayed by the hostess, as well as the last French <i>entremet</i> at
its table; since, among other important accessories to the well-doing of
the house, Madame Bonaventure kept a <i>chef de cuisine</i>—one of
her compatriots—of such superlative skill, that in later times he
must infallibly have been distinguished as a <i>cordon bleu</i>.</p>
<p>But not having yet completed our description of the charming Bordelaise we
must add that she possessed a rich southern complexion, fine sparkling
black eyes, shaded by long dark eye-lashes, and over-arched by jetty
brows, and that her raven hair was combed back and gathered in a large
roll over her smooth forehead, which had the five points of beauty
complete. Over this she wore a prettily-conceived coif, with a frontlet. A
well-starched, well-plaited ruff encompossed her throat. Her upper lip was
darkened, but in the slightest degree, by down like the softest silk; and
this peculiarity (a peculiarity it would be in an Englishwoman, though
frequently observable in the beauties of the South of France) lent
additional piquancy and zest to her charms in the eyes of her numerous
adorers. Her ankles we have said were trim; and it may be added that they
were oftener displayed in an embroidered French velvet shoe than in one of
Spanish leather; while in walking out she increased her stature "by the
altitude of a chopine."</p>
<p>Captain Bonaventure was by no means jealous; and even if he had been, it
would have mattered little, since he was so constantly away. Fancying,
therefore, she had some of the privileges of a widow, our lively Dameris
flirted a good deal with the gayest and handsomest of the galliards
frequenting her house. But she knew where to stop; no licence or indecorum
was ever permitted at the Three Cranes; and that is saying a great deal in
favour of the hostess, when the dissolute character of the age is taken
into consideration. Besides this, Cyprien, a stout well-favoured young
Gascon, who filled the posts of drawer and chamberlain, together with two
or three other trencher-scrapers, who served at table, and waited on the
guests, were generally sufficient to clear the house of any troublesome
roysterers. Thus the reputation of the Three Cranes was unblemished, in
spite of the liveliness and coquetry of its mistress; and in spite, also,
of the malicious tongues of rival tavern-keepers, which were loud against
it. A pretty woman is sure to have enemies and calumniators, and Madame
Bonaventure had more than enow; but she thought very little about them.</p>
<p>There was one point, however, on which it behoved her to be careful: and
extremely careful she was,—not leaving a single loop-hole for
censure or attack. This was the question of religion. On first taking the
house, Madame Bonaventure gave it out that she and the skipper were
Huguenots, descended from families who had suffered much persecution
during the time of the League, for staunch adherence to their faith; and
the statement was generally credited, though there were some who professed
to doubt it. Certain it was, our hostess did not wear any cross, beads, or
other outward symbol of Papacy. And though this might count for little, it
was never discovered that she attended mass in secret. Her movements were
watched, but without anything coming to light that had reference to
religious observances of any kind. Those who tried to trace her, found
that her visits were mostly paid to Paris Garden, the Rose, and the Globe
(where our immortal bard's plays were then being performed), or some other
place of amusement; and if she did go on the river at times, it was merely
upon a party of pleasure, accompanied by gay gallants in velvet cloaks and
silken doublets, and by light-hearted dames like herself, and not by
notorious plotters or sour priests. Still, as many Bordeaux merchants
frequented the house, as well as traders from the Hanse towns, and other
foreigners, it was looked upon by the suspicious as a hotbed of Romish
heresy and treason. Moreover, these maligners affirmed that English
recusants, as well as seminary priests from abroad, had been harboured
there, and clandestinely spirited away from the pursuit of justice by the
skipper; but the charges were never substantiated, and could, therefore,
only proceed from envy and malice. Whatever Madame Bonaventure's religious
opinions might be, she kept her own council so well that no one ever found
them out.</p>
<p>But evil days were at hand. Hitherto, all had been smiling and prosperous.
The prospect now began to darken.</p>
<p>Within the last twelve months a strange and unlooked for interference had
taken place with our hostess's profits, which she had viewed, at first,
without much anxiety, because she did not clearly comprehend its scope;
but latterly, as its formidable character became revealed, it began to
fill her with uneasiness. The calamity, as she naturally enough regarded
it, arose in the following manner. The present was an age of monopolies
and patents, granted by a crown ever eager to obtain money under any
pretext, however unjustifiable and iniquitous, provided it was plausibly
coloured; and these vexatious privileges were purchased by greedy and
unscrupulous persons for the purpose of turning them into instruments of
extortion and wrong. Though various branches of trade and industry groaned
under the oppression inflicted upon them, there were no means of redress.
The patentees enjoyed perfect immunity, grinding them down as they
pleased, farming out whole districts, and dividing the spoil. Their
miserable victims dared scarcely murmur; having ever the terrible court of
Star-Chamber before them, which their persecutors could command, and which
punished libellers—as they would be accounted, if they gave
utterance to their wrongs, and charged their oppressors with mis-doing,—with
fine, branding, and the pillory. Many were handled in this sort, and held
up <i>in terrorem</i> to the others. Hence it came to pass, that the
Star-Chamber, from the fearful nature of its machinery; its extraordinary
powers; the notorious corruption and venality of its officers; the
peculiarity of its practice, which always favoured the plaintiff; and the
severity with which it punished any libelling or slanderous words uttered
against the king's representative (as the patentees were considered), or
any conspiracy or false accusation brought against them; it came to pass,
we say, that this terrible court became as much dreaded in Protestant
England as the Inquisition in Catholic Spain. The punishments inflicted by
the Star-Chamber were, as we learn from a legal authority, and a counsel
in the court, "fine, imprisonment, loss of ears, or nailing to the
pillory, slitting the nose, branding the forehead, whipping of late days,
wearing of papers in public places, or any punishment but death." And John
Chamberlain, Esq., writing to Sir Dudley Carlton, about the same period,
observes, that "The world is now much terrified with the Star-Chamber,
there being not so little an offence against any proclamation, but is
liable and subject to the censure of that court. And for proclamations and
patents, they are become so ordinary that there is no end; every day
bringing forth some new project or other. As, within these two days, here
is one come forth for tobacco, wholly engrossed by Sir Thomas Roe and his
partners, which, if they can keep and maintain against the general
clamour, will be a great commodity; unless, peradventure, indignation,
rather than all other reasons, may bring that filthy weed out of use."
[What, would be the effect of such a patent now-a-days? Would it, at all,
restrict the use of the "filthy weed?"] "In truth," proceeds Chamberlain,
"the world doth even groan under the burthen of these perpetual patents,
which are become so frequent, that whereas at the king's coming in there
were complaints of some eight or nine monopolies then in being, they are
now said to be multiplied to as many scores."</p>
<p>From the foregoing citation, from a private letter of the time, the state
of public feeling may be gathered, and the alarm occasioned in all classes
by these oppressions perfectly understood.</p>
<p>Amongst those who had obtained the largest share of spoil were two persons
destined to occupy a prominent position in our history. They were Sir
Giles Mompesson and Sir Francis Mitchell,—both names held in general
dread and detestation, though no man ventured to speak ill of them openly,
since they were as implacable in their animosities, as usurious and
griping in their demands; and many an ear had been lost, many a nose slit,
many a back scourged at the cart's tail, because the unfortunate owners
had stigmatized them according to their deserts. Thus they enjoyed a
complete immunity of wrong; and, with the terrible court of Star-Chamber
to defend them and to punish their enemies, they set all opposition at
defiance.</p>
<p>Insatiable as unscrupulous, this avaricious pair were ever on the alert to
devise new means of exaction and plunder, and amongst the latest and most
productive of their inventions were three patents, which they had obtained
through the instrumentality of Sir Edward Villiers (half-brother of the
ruling favourite, the Marquess of Buckingham)—and for due
consideration-money, of course,—for the licensing of ale-houses the
inspection of inns and hostelries, and the exclusive manufacture of gold
and silver thread. It is with the two former of these that we have now to
deal; inasmuch as it was their mischievous operation that affected Madame
Bonaventure so prejudicially; and this we shall more fully explain, as it
will serve to show the working of a frightful system of extortion and
injustice happily no longer in existence.</p>
<p>By the sweeping powers conferred upon them by their patents, the whole of
the inns of the metropolis were brought under the control of the two
extortioners, who levied such imposts as they pleased. The withdrawal of a
license, or the total suppression of a tavern, on the plea of its being a
riotous and disorderly house, immediately followed the refusal of any
demand, however excessive; and most persons preferred the remote
possibility of ruin, with the chance of averting it by ready submission,
to the positive certainty of losing both substance and liberty by
resistance.</p>
<p>Fearful was the havoc occasioned by these licensed depredators, yet no one
dared to check them—no one ventured to repine. They had the name of
law to justify their proceedings, and all its authority to uphold them.
Compromises were attempted in some instances, but they were found
unavailing. Easily evaded by persons who never intended to be bound by
them, they only added keenness to the original provocation, without
offering a remedy for it. The two bloodsuckers, it was clear, would not
desist from draining the life-current from the veins of their victims
while a drop remained. And they were well served in their iniquitous task,—for
the plain reason that they paid their agents, well. Partners they had
none; none, at least, who cared to acknowledge themselves as such. But the
subordinate officers of the law (and indeed some high in office, it was
hinted), the sheriff's followers, bailiffs, tipstaves, and others, were
all in their pay; besides a host of myrmidons,—base, sordid knaves,
who scrupled not at false-swearing, cozenage, or any sort of rascality,
even forgery of legal documents, if required.</p>
<p>No wonder poor Madame Bonaventure, finding she had got into the clutches
of these harpies, began to tremble for the result.</p>
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