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'
Tis
meet
and
necessary
that
we
take
a
smaller
house
and
set
the
servants
at
large
,
sith
they
be
of
no
value
but
to
make
delay
,
and
trouble
one
with
offices
that
harass
the
spirit
and
shame
the
soul
,
they
misbecoming
any
but
a
doll
,
that
hath
nor
brains
nor
hands
to
help
itself
withal
.
I
remember
me
of
a
small
house
that
standeth
over
against
the
fish-market
,
by
Billingsgate
--
"
A
sharp
pressure
upon
Tom
's
arm
stopped
his
foolish
tongue
and
sent
a
blush
to
his
face
;
but
no
countenance
there
betrayed
any
sign
that
this
strange
speech
had
been
remarked
or
given
concern
.
A
secretary
made
report
that
forasmuch
as
the
late
King
had
provided
in
his
will
for
conferring
the
ducal
degree
upon
the
Earl
of
Hertford
and
raising
his
brother
,
Sir
Thomas
Seymour
,
to
the
peerage
,
and
likewise
Hertford
's
son
to
an
earldom
,
together
with
similar
aggrandisements
to
other
great
servants
of
the
Crown
,
the
Council
had
resolved
to
hold
a
sitting
on
the
16th
of
February
for
the
delivering
and
confirming
of
these
honours
,
and
that
meantime
,
the
late
King
not
having
granted
,
in
writing
,
estates
suitable
to
the
support
of
these
dignities
,
the
Council
,
knowing
his
private
wishes
in
that
regard
,
had
thought
proper
to
grant
to
Seymour
'
500
pound
lands
,
'
and
to
Hertford
's
son
'
800
pound
lands
,
and
300
pound
of
the
next
bishop
's
lands
which
should
fall
vacant
,
'
--
his
present
Majesty
being
willing
.
Tom
was
about
to
blurt
out
something
about
the
propriety
of
paying
the
late
King
's
debts
first
,
before
squandering
all
this
money
,
but
a
timely
touch
upon
his
arm
,
from
the
thoughtful
Hertford
,
saved
him
this
indiscretion
;
wherefore
he
gave
the
royal
assent
,
without
spoken
comment
,
but
with
much
inward
discomfort
.
While
he
sat
reflecting
a
moment
over
the
ease
with
which
he
was
doing
strange
and
glittering
miracles
,
a
happy
thought
shot
into
his
mind
:
why
not
make
his
mother
Duchess
of
Offal
Court
,
and
give
her
an
estate
?
But
a
sorrowful
thought
swept
it
instantly
away
:
he
was
only
a
king
in
name
,
these
grave
veterans
and
great
nobles
were
his
masters
;
to
them
his
mother
was
only
the
creature
of
a
diseased
mind
;
they
would
simply
listen
to
his
project
with
unbelieving
ears
,
then
send
for
the
doctor
.
The
dull
work
went
tediously
on
.
Petitions
were
read
,
and
proclamations
,
patents
,
and
all
manner
of
wordy
,
repetitious
,
and
wearisome
papers
relating
to
the
public
business
;
and
at
last
Tom
sighed
pathetically
and
murmured
to
himself
,
"
In
what
have
I
offended
,
that
the
good
God
should
take
me
away
from
the
fields
and
the
free
air
and
the
sunshine
,
to
shut
me
up
here
and
make
me
a
king
and
afflict
me
so
?
"
Then
his
poor
muddled
head
nodded
a
while
and
presently
drooped
to
his
shoulder
;
and
the
business
of
the
empire
came
to
a
standstill
for
want
of
that
august
factor
,
the
ratifying
power
.
Silence
ensued
around
the
slumbering
child
,
and
the
sages
of
the
realm
ceased
from
their
deliberations
.
During
the
forenoon
,
Tom
had
an
enjoyable
hour
,
by
permission
of
his
keepers
,
Hertford
and
St.
John
,
with
the
Lady
Elizabeth
and
the
little
Lady
Jane
Grey
;
though
the
spirits
of
the
princesses
were
rather
subdued
by
the
mighty
stroke
that
had
fallen
upon
the
royal
house
;
and
at
the
end
of
the
visit
his
'
elder
sister
'
--
afterwards
the
'
Bloody
Mary
'
of
history
--
chilled
him
with
a
solemn
interview
which
had
but
one
merit
in
his
eyes
,
its
brevity
.
He
had
a
few
moments
to
himself
,
and
then
a
slim
lad
of
about
twelve
years
of
age
was
admitted
to
his
presence
,
whose
clothing
,
except
his
snowy
ruff
and
the
laces
about
his
wrists
,
was
of
black
,
--
doublet
,
hose
,
and
all
.
He
bore
no
badge
of
mourning
but
a
knot
of
purple
ribbon
on
his
shoulder
.
He
advanced
hesitatingly
,
with
head
bowed
and
bare
,
and
dropped
upon
one
knee
in
front
of
Tom
.
Tom
sat
still
and
contemplated
him
soberly
a
moment
.
Then
he
said
--
"
Rise
,
lad
.
Who
art
thou
.
What
wouldst
have
?
"
The
boy
rose
,
and
stood
at
graceful
ease
,
but
with
an
aspect
of
concern
in
his
face
.
He
said
--
"
Of
a
surety
thou
must
remember
me
,
my
lord
.
I
am
thy
whipping-boy
.
"
"
My
whipping-boy
?
"
