Isaac Disraeli may have been the first to mention a
letter by Princess Elizabeth in the Cotton MS, Vespasian, F. III. He first published it in his Curiosities of
Literature (1791). Bryson and Evans describe
the collection from which it comes as “some twenty-three extant holograph
letters in English, French, Italian and Latin, and a number of other
compositions in her hand, all written before her accession to the throne in
1558”[1].
All of the letters were written by a secretary, in
secretary hand, and seven were signed by Elizabeth. Five were sealed and endorsed indicating that
they had actually been sent.
The remainder — the present letter included — would seem
to have been rough copies dictated to a secretary and held on file as a record. Such was generally the practice of nobility
and other busy upper-class persons.
Because the letters from F. III. are not in her own hand,
they do not appear in the standard collections.
The text of this letter, however, does appear in the biographies of
Elizabeth by Agnes Strickland, Lucy Aiken and numerous later biographers. They
and those who come after generally assigned it to the year 1550. It is the kind
of gesture that might comfort her that Somerset’s machinations against her of
1549 were dismissed from the young King’s mind.
It seems too immature and tentative for the Princess, favored by her
brother, who appeared on the scene in
1551.
The Royal Collection Trust assigns the letter to 1547. It assigns the portrait that heads this
article the earlier date of 1546, at the end of Henry VIII’s life.[2] This due to close matches of style and
materials to a portrait of Edward as prince.[3] The above portrait is listed in a 1547 inventory of Edward VI’s chattels.
Janet Arnold suggests[4]
that the style and materials could have been a close match even if Elizabeth
was painted, by William Scrots, shortly after Henry VIII, had died and Edward
shortly before by the same artist. She
makes a strong argument that the above portrait is the subject of the letter. For this reason, I assign the letter to the
year 1547.
LIKE as the riche man that dayly gathereth riches to riches,
and to one bag of money layeth a greate sort til it come to infinit, so me
thinkes, your Majestie not beinge suffised with many benefits and gentilnes
shewed to me afore this time, dothe now increase them in askinge and desiring wher
you may bid and commaunde, requiring a thinge not worthy the desiringe for it
selfe, but made worthy for your highness request. My pictur I mene, in wiche if
the inward good mynde towarde your grace might as wel be declared as the outwarde
face and countenance shal be seen, I wold nor haue taried the comandement but
prevent it, nor haue bine the last to graunt but the first to offer it. For the
face, I graunt, I might wel blusche to offer, but the mynde I shall neur be ashamed
to present. For thogth from the grace of the pictur, the coulers may fade by
time, may giue by wether, may be
spotted by chance, yet the other nor time with her swift winges shall ouertake, nor the mistie cloudes with their loweringes may darken, nor chance with her slipery fote may ouerthrow. Of this althogth yet the profe could not be greate because the occasions hath bine but smal, notwithstandinge as a dog hathe a day, so may I perchaunce haue time to declare it in dides wher now I do write them but in wordes. And further I shal most humbly beseche your Maiestie that whan you shal loke on my pictur you wil witsafe to thinke that as you haue but the outwarde shadow of the body afore you, so my inwarde minde wischeth, that the body it selfe wer oftener in your presence; howbeit bicause bothe my so beinge I thinke coulde do your Maiestie litel pleasure thogth my selfe great good, and againe bicause I se as yet not the time agreing therunto, I shal lerne to folow this saing of Grace, Feras non culpes quod vitari non potest. And thus I wil (troblinge your Maiestie I fere) end with my most humble thankes, besechinge God longe to preserue you to his honour, to your comfort, to the realmes profit, and to my joy. From Hatfilde this 1[5] day of May.
spotted by chance, yet the other nor time with her swift winges shall ouertake, nor the mistie cloudes with their loweringes may darken, nor chance with her slipery fote may ouerthrow. Of this althogth yet the profe could not be greate because the occasions hath bine but smal, notwithstandinge as a dog hathe a day, so may I perchaunce haue time to declare it in dides wher now I do write them but in wordes. And further I shal most humbly beseche your Maiestie that whan you shal loke on my pictur you wil witsafe to thinke that as you haue but the outwarde shadow of the body afore you, so my inwarde minde wischeth, that the body it selfe wer oftener in your presence; howbeit bicause bothe my so beinge I thinke coulde do your Maiestie litel pleasure thogth my selfe great good, and againe bicause I se as yet not the time agreing therunto, I shal lerne to folow this saing of Grace, Feras non culpes quod vitari non potest. And thus I wil (troblinge your Maiestie I fere) end with my most humble thankes, besechinge God longe to preserue you to his honour, to your comfort, to the realmes profit, and to my joy. From Hatfilde this 1[5] day of May.
Your Maiesties most humbly Sistar
and Seruante
ELIZABETH.
[1] Allen
Bryson, Mel Evans.“Seven rediscovered letters of Princess Elizabeth Tudor”, Historical
Research, vol. 90, no. 250 (November 2017)
[4]
Arnold, Janet. “The 'Pictur' of Elizabeth I When Princess”, The Burlington
Magazine Vol. 123, No. 938 (May, 1981), pp. 302-304.
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