KENILWORTH - Penn State University

Sir Walter Scottwish the gamesome mad fellow no injury. Some of his whoresonpoetry (I crave your Grace’s pardon for such a phrase) hasrung in mine ears as if the lines sounded to boot and saddle.But then it is all froth and folly—no substance or seriousnessin it, as your Grace has already well touched. What are half adozen knaves, with rusty foils and tattered targets, makingbut a mere mockery of a stout fight, to compare to the royalgame of bear-baiting, which hath been graced by yourHighness’s countenance, and that of your royal predecessors,in this your princely kingdom, famous for matchless mastiffsand bold bearwards over all Christendom? Greatly is it to bedoubted that the race of both will decay, if men should throngto hear the lungs of an idle player belch forth nonsensicalbombast, instead of bestowing their pence in encouraging thebravest image of war that can be shown in peace, and that isthe sports of the Bear-garden. There you may see the bearlying at guard, with his red, pinky eyes watching the onset ofthe mastiff, like a wily captain who maintains his defencethat an assailant may be tempted to venture within his danger.And then comes Sir Mastiff, like a worthy champion, infull career at the throat of his adversary; and then shall SirBruin teach him the reward for those who, in their over-courage,neglect the policies of war, and, catching him in his arms,strain him to his breast like a lusty wrestler, until rib after ribcrack like the shot of a pistolet. And then another mastiff; asbold, but with better aim and sounder judgment, catches SirBruin by the nether lip, and hangs fast, while he tosses abouthis blood and slaver, and tries in vain to shake Sir Talbot fromhis hold. And then—”“Nay, by my honour, my lord,” said the Queen, laughing,“you have described the whole so admirably that, had we neverseen a bear-baiting, as we have beheld many, and hope, withHeaven’s allowance, to see many more, your words were sufficientto put the whole Bear-garden before our eyes.—Butcome, who speaks next in this case?—My Lord of Leicester,what say you?”“Am I then to consider myself as unmuzzled, please yourGrace?” replied Leicester.“Surely, my lord—that is, if you feel hearty enough to takepart in our game,” answered Elizabeth; “and yet, when I thinkof your cognizance of the bear and ragged staff, methinks wehad better hear some less partial orator.”211