| A Review of: Elizabeth and Mary: Cousins, Rivals, Queens by Fraser BellElizabeth Tudor and Marie Stuart. The one was to become known as
Gloriana, Good Queen Bess; the other was to metamorphise into the
stuff of legend and ballads and bittersweet folk-memory. Elizabeth's
name became synonomous with an age-the age of Shakespeare and
Burbage, Raleigh and Drake; the defeat of Philip II's Armada. The
ill-omened Stuart name is forever linked to regicide, a Pretender
in exile; the white rose of the Jacobites-a lost cause for which
romantic young men threw away their lives at Aughrim, the Boyne,
Culloden Moor.
While Jane Dunn places her two protagonists against the historical
backdrop of the sixteenth century, she does so by way of contrasting
the characters of the two queens. And it becomes very apparent early
on in her book that the author belongs to the hanging-judge variety
of biographers, specifically as she views what she considers to
be the fault-lines in Mary's personality.
In the clash between the rival dynasties and the religious ideologies
of the day, Mary was from the outset a pawn, although a very difficult
and active one. If, like her cousin Elizabeth, she was descended
from Henry VII, she was also the daughter of the ambitious Mary of
Guise who had married James V of Scotland. When the Scots princess
was only five she was sent to France to be looked after by the
powerful Guise family who were determined that she would marry the
French Dauphin, the future Francis II. In one stroke, the Franco-Scottish
alliance (the "auld alliance") would be ratified and Mary
and Frances would have a claim on the thrones of Scotland, France,
and fatally for she who was to become known as Mary Queen of Scots,
England as well. It was Mary's misfortune to become queen of a
country torn apart by rival warlords, civil war, and political
assassinations; where the Reformed Kirk was in the ascendancy. If
many Scots admired the young queen's beauty and spirit, there were
many like John Knox and the Lords of the Congregation who saw her
as a Catholic usurper.
When she was fifteen Mary was injudicious enough to sign a document
which stated that if she had no heirs, her claim to the English
throne would pass to the French line; that France could draw on a
limitless mortgage on the Scottish treasury to re-pay French
expenditures for France's defence of Scotland. "The Queen of
Scots' political naivety and lack of judgment," writes Dunn,
"did not bode well for her political deftness in the future."
Elizabeth, on the other hand, exercised a canny strategy of survival
before she was queen, when her legitimacy was in question and when
powerful men like Lord Admiral Seymour tried to use her as a means
to power. Not for the first time, Elizabeth's life was in danger,
and she might have joined Seymour in the Tower had she not kept her
head and outfoxed her interrogator who wrote of her, "She hath
a very good wit, and nothing is gotten of her by great policy."
The author never wavers from her conclusion that Mary was the
architect of her own downfall; that in comparison to her English
cousin, she was headstrong, reckless, impulsive; that the inherent
flaw in her character as both woman and queen was that she had no
political acumen whatsoever and that she became a hostage to her
impulses. That "fatal charm," as John Prebble puts it,
not only drove men to death and exile, it led to the downfall of
Mary herself. Elizabeth also attracted men, in particular Robert
Dudley, the Earl of Leicester. But the English queen-"the
bastard child of a whore," as she was referred to by Catholic
Europe-was too sensible of her own precarious position to seriously
consider marriage. After all, her own mother, Anne Boleyn, had been
executed by Henry VIII primarily because she had failed to produce
a male heir. And even if she had followed the advice of her Privy
Council and did marry and become pregnant, she knew very well the
fate of Catherine Parr and Jane Seymour, both of whom died giving
birth.
Clearly Dunn takes a dim view of Mary, who "put the personal.before
the political" while Elizabeth sacrificed "the personal
and placed her responsibilities as queen at the centre of her
life." With a Grundyish sniff of disapproval, the author
leaves the reader in no doubt that Mary more or less signed her own
death warrant by marrying her prince (that is, the dissolute Lord
Darnley) instead of following her cousin's example and marrying
"her people."
While the author provides a great deal of convincing evidence that
Elizabeth "learnt that her fate largely lay in her own
hands," and that her decision to choose her subjects over a
husband was a matter of expediency and survival more than it was a
question of principle, she cannot resist reconstructing Good Queen
Bess as a proto-feminist. This of the woman who looked to her
mother's executioner as the model of regal probity! Elizabeth was
a quick study; a woman of considerable wit and political savvy who
also happened to speak Greek, Latin, Italian, and French, and who
was much influenced by her reading of Plutarch, Cicero, and Livy.
What she learned above all was the "game of kings"; what
she grasped early on was the nature of power, how to retain it,
and how to dissimulate with those who would have used her as a means
of getting within reach of the throne.
How curious then that Dunn sees Mary Stuart as the more conventional
of the two cousins. She concedes that Mary was not lacking in
"strength of character, energy, the capacity to govern."
but those virtues were nullified by her wilfulness. "But it
was wilfulness," writes Dunn, "within a larger pattern
of emotional dependence and conformity, which was to seal the destiny
of the Scottish queen." A queen who in person led her troops
into battle; who preferred the company of her Italian secretary to
her consort, and who married the Border ruffian the Earl of
Bothwell-the suspected murderer of her husband-might be described
as suicidally reckless but surely not conformist.
Unlike Elizabeth of England, Mary Stuart was not only "cavalier
with her own power," she had the misfortune to fall in
"with weak or self-serving specimens like Moray, Riccio and
Darnley." However, Dunn's charge that Mary was lacking in
"self-awareness" is contradicted by a sonnet the Queen
of Scots wrote to Bothwell from her English exile after her defeat
at the Battle of Langside. "For him since I haif despised
honour,/ The thing only that bringeth felicitie./ For him I have
hazardit greatness and conscience./For him I have forsaken all kin
and frendes,/ And set aside all other respectes" Even supposing
that Mary had played the game of kings with the same tenacity as
her cousin, it seems unlikely that she would have triumphed.. Whether
she wished it or not, she was seen by Catholic Europe as their
champion set among the heretical Scots and English. There's no
question that her character played a part in her fate, but it was
not the whole reason for her downfall, despite Jane Dunn's assertion
to the contrary. For the destiny of Mary Queen of Scots had much
more to do with the unleashed juggernaut of the times-Counter
Reformation, revolution, schism-which crushed her and thousands of
others beneath its weight.
According to Dunn, Elizabeth of England is clearly the deserving
hero of her epoch-the one who danced the elaborate Gavotte of
dynastic polity, and never put a foot wrong. And feckless Mary Queen
of Scots? After nineteen years of imprisonment she paid for her
sins under the headman's axe at Fortheringay Castle. Yet if posterity
has granted Elizabeth the official status of greatness, it has
conferred tragedy upon the life and legend of the Queen of Scots.
Tragic figures and lost causes, no matter what the history books
might say, have a way of mutating; of assuming different meanings
for different generations. Friedrich Schiller's Mary Stuart, written
in another era of regicide, Divine Rights, and revolution, cut to
the centre of the elaborate charade of Mary's imprisonment, even
if it did take liberties with the known facts. MARY: I know it! I
am weak, and she is strong./Let her use force then, let her kill
me,/Build on my sacrifice her safety-/But let her then confess that
she employs/ Force, only force/Murder me, she may, she cannot judge
me.
Even if Jane Dunn appears to be obtuse about Tudor realpolitik,
there's no reason to doubt that Mary Queen of Scots, Schiller's
version or the historical one, had any illusions about what happens
when you make the wrong move in the game of kings. She gambled, she
lost, but played the deadly game to the end. As for Elizabeth, she
was her father's daughter to the fingertips, even if it suited her
to have her enemies believe otherwise.
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