CHAPTER XIII. PHILIPPA OF HAINAULT, QUEEN OF EDWARD III.

(A.D. 1311-1369).

|When Edward, Prince of Wales, was, with his mother, compelled to seek

refuge at the house of the Count of Hainault (of which we have given an

account in the story of Isabella of France), he fell violently in

love with the count's second daughter, Philippa, and she returned his

affection. She was only fifteen years of age, and he a few months

older, but they formed an attachment that lasted throughout their lives.

Philippa was a brilliant Flemish beauty, whose excellent heart and

lovable disposition endeared her to all who knew her. Later, as Queen

of England, she proved a blessing to that country by the wisdom and good

judgment she displayed in encouraging manufactures and trade. But before

she assumed that position she was doomed to many months of anxiety and

uncertainty; for her young lover, after only a fortnight's enjoyment

of her society, departed on the dangerous expedition of invading his

father's kingdom. There was considerable doubt as to whether he would

ever return, because not only were the affairs of his country in such a

condition that he could not foretell what turn they might take, but the

relatives of both the lovers might interpose many objections to their

union.

It was not the custom in those days for the heir of England to

acknowledge that he had made his choice of a wife without first

consulting his parliament and councillors,

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{217}but young Edward imparted his secret to his mother, and, as she had

taken a great fancy to pretty Philippa, she promised to aid him as best

she could. Therefore as soon as possible after her return home she led

the public authorities to decide that one of the four daughters of the

Count of Hainault would be the most desirable alliance for her son, but

without naming which one. However, we may be very sure that the young

man gave his own private instructions to his messengers, for they made

no mistake in their choice, nor is it likely that he would risk trusting

entirely to their discretion as to which of the young Hainault ladies

would prove most worthy to become Queen of England.

The messengers applied first to Sir John, Philippa's uncle, who had

been in England fighting the cause of the new king, and requested his

assistance in the selection of a wife for their young sovereign. Sir

John received them with all the honors he could lavish, and gave them

the most sumptuous feasts and splendid entertainments of all sorts.

After several days spent in this manner, he conducted them to

Valenciennes, where they were equally well received at his brother's

house. A special dispensation was required from the Pope, because the

two mothers of the lovers were cousins; so messengers were sent to

obtain it, which they did without much difficulty.

[[A.D. 1327.]] As soon as Edward heard that all necessary arrangements

had been completed, he ordered the marriage ceremony to be performed at

Valenciennes, though as he was engaged in a war on the Scottish border

with the renowned Robert Bruce, he could not be present. In the absence

of the bridegroom, the wedding must have been rather a tame affair,

but there was no help for it, and preparations were made for a grand

display. The costume and equipage of the bride were unusually costly and

elegant, {218}no expense or pains being spared to render the festival

worthy of the wealthy country in which it was given.

Afterwards Philippa, accompanied by her Uncle John and a large retinue,

proceeded to Dover, and then to London, where a solemn procession of the

clergy introduced her into the city, and she was presented by the lord

mayor with a service of silver worth three hundred pounds as a marriage

gift. The city was illuminated, and there were great rejoicings, feasts

and public entertainments of all sorts, that were kept up for three

weeks after the bride's arrival.

She did not stay long in London, however, but hurried on to York to meet

her husband, being received with honors at every town through which she

passed. All the parliament and royal council assembled at the union

of the young king and his bride, as well as a hundred of the principal

nobility of Scotland, who came to conclude a final peace with England.

Nothing is said about the bride's marriage dowry, because the

queen-mother had already got possession of it and spent it. She had

besides so managed to get hold of the public funds that the young

sovereign of England was nearly penniless. The following summer was

passed by the new couple at Woodstock, the beautiful country residence

which was the favorite home of Philippa so long as Isabella, the

queen-mother, and Mortimer ruled the kingdom.

Sir John of Hainault returned to his native land laden with jewels and

rich presents, almost all of his countrymen accompanying him. Among the

few who remained behind was a youth named Sir Walter Mauny, whose office

was to carve for Philippa. He became one of the first Knights of the

Garter, an order established by Edward III., of which we shall hear

later.

[[A.D. 1330.]] The coronation of the young queen did {219}not take place

for nearly two years after her marriage. All the customary duties were

performed on that occasion, but the ceremony was remarkable for the

absence of display on account of the emptiness of the treasury.

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The queen-mother, with her favorite, Mortimer, had used up all the

public funds for their own support, but young Edward was not going to

stand such a state of affairs much longer, and before the close of

the year he had liberated himself from his wicked mother's control and

executed her favorite.

With the reins of government in his own hands, the young king, aided

by his good and sensible wife, set to work to reform the abuses of his

mother's reign and to establish most excellent and satisfactory laws.

Edward had a very violent temper, which would have led him to commit

many an act of cruelty and injustice had it not been for the influence

of his kind-hearted, virtuous wife.

[[A.D. 1330.]] {220}Her eldest son, Edward, surnamed the Black Prince on

account of the color of the armor he wore in battle, was born while

she was living at Woodstock, and in celebration of that event a grand

tournament was arranged to take place in London. Philippa, with all the

noble ladies, was invited to attend. The preparations were on a much

grander scale than usual, thirteen knights being engaged on either

side. The arena was covered with sand to prevent the horses' feet from

slipping; flags and banners were ingeniously arranged as decorations,

and a temporary platform was erected and ornamented for the

accommodation of the queen and her ladies. No sooner were they all

seated than the scaffolding gave way, and they tumbled pell-mell to the

ground. Fortunately the platform was not high, and nobody was hurt,

but the ladies were terribly frightened, and, for a few moments, the

confusion and excitement were very great.

The king flew into a perfect fury and vowed that the careless carpenters

should instantly be put to death. This was rather a severe sentence,

particularly as the damage was slight, and so Philippa considered it,

for scarcely had she recovered from her fright than she threw herself on

her knees before her angry husband, and pleaded with angelic sweetness

for the pardon of the poor men. Edward soon became calm under the

influence of her gentle voice and words, and forgave the offenders.

Up to this time all the wool grown in England had been sent to the

Netherlands to be manufactured into cloth, and Philippa remembered what

a source of profit and occupation it had been for her own country. She

therefore set to work to establish a manufacturing colony at Norwich,

and a letter was sent to John Kemp of Flanders, cloth-weaver, in which

he is informed, "that if he will come to England with the servants and

apprentices of his mystery, and with {221}his goods and chattels, and

with any dyers who maybe willing to accompany him beyond the seas, and

exercise their mysteries in the kingdom of England, they shall have

letters of protection and assistance in their settlement."

[[A.D. 1335.]] He came, and was the patriarch of the Norwich woollen

manufactories. Philippa often visited the colony, which soon brought

considerable wealth into the country, encouraging the work by her

patronage, and, like a beneficent queen of the hive cherishing and

protecting the working bees, she made a law that no woollen clothes

should be worn except those made in England. Besides the occupation

which she thus provided for hundreds of her subjects, this young queen

displayed unusual foresight for a woman of her age in the tournament

exhibitions she held at Norwich, by which she gave the citizens

assurance of gallant protection on the part of the nobility in case of

need. These festivities brought together the workers and the defenders

of the nation, and Queen Philippa set them the example of mutual

respect. Edward III. did not often accompany his wife on her visits to

Norwich, but usually passed the time of her absence with his unhappy

mother at Castle Rising.

In 1333 Edward again commenced a furious war on Scotland. His faithful

Philippa went with him as far as she could, and while he laid siege to

Berwick took up her residence at Bamborough Castle. It was during this

siege that the king committed a deed so atrocious that it must forever

be a dark stain upon his character. Douglas, the defender of Scotland,

left King Edward before Berwick and made a forced march to the castle

that contained Queen Philippa, hoping to frighten the king and to force

him to fly to her assistance. But he was mistaken, for Edward had too

much confidence in the strength of the castle and the firmness of his

wife to budge. It is probable though {222}that this attempt to capture

Philippa aggravated his ferocious temper and prompted him to the cruel

deed to which we have referred. The two young Seatons, sons of the

Governor of Berwick, had been taken as prisoners, and the king had

them put to death because the father refused to surrender the town. His

object was to take Berwick by a desperate blow and fly to the relief of

his queen, and he succeeded, for the poor grief-stricken father of the

Seatons was so perfectly stunned by the infamous murder of his boys,

that he could offer no further resistance. Douglas and Edward fought not

far from Benwick, where the former was killed and the king entered the

town in triumph with Philippa at his side.

During the queen's residence in the north of England quite an amusing

circumstance occurred. King Edward had returned from Scotland, and his

wife, who had been separated from him for a long time, went as far as

Durham to welcome him back. He lodged at St. Cuthbert's Priory near the

castle. After supper the queen entered her husband's apartments, where,

feeling fatigued from her journey, she hoped to have a good night's

rest. Scarcely had she undressed than there came a loud knocking at her

door. Upon opening it several monks presented themselves with a pathetic

appeal to her not to offend their holy patron St. Cuthbert, who during

his life avoided the fair sex and would be dreadfully angry if one of

them, no matter how high her rank, should sleep beneath the roof of

his convent. The pious Philippa was distressed at the idea of having

unintentionally displeased the saint, and fled in her night-clothes to

the castle, which was fortunately not far away.

[[A.D. 1336.]] About this time Count William of Hainault died of gout,

and Edward thus lost the liberal supplies that he had always counted on

from that source. The English {223}people of that period chose always

to be at war; but expected their monarchs to pay the costs. Edward was

reduced to such extreme poverty that he was forced to pledge his wife's

crown for twenty-five hundred pounds, at the beginning of his long war,

and during his whole reign the crown jewels were seldom out of pawn. He

had been engaged in a naval battle with France since his victories in

Scotland, and in 1340 found himself bankrupt. By that time Philippa

had several children, and was residing in the Tower, where she devoted

herself to their education with her usual good sense.

Now we must see how Edward was led to establish the Order of the Garter.

Wark Castle was under the guardianship of the Earl of Salisbury, who,

while King Edward was encamped near Berwick, was taken prisoner. The

Countess of Salisbury was then left alone at the castle with her young

nephew, and it was besieged by the King of Scotland. Becoming alarmed at

the approach of danger she sent the youth to seek assistance of Edward

who immediately replied in person. At his appearance the siege was

raised, and the countess, to prove her gratitude, ordered the gates to

be thrown open, and received the king with great honors. She courtesied

low, thanked her preserver warmly for his prompt aid, and conducted

him into the castle, where he and all his knights and attendants were

entertained sumptuously. Everybody was struck with the countess' noble

deportment and affable behavior, and the king was charmed with her grace

and beauty.

While he was dancing with her after the banquet she gave in his honor

she unfortunately dropped her garter, and was overcome with confusion,

but Edward with his usual gallantry picked it up and, holding it aloft,

said: "_Honi soit qui mal y pense_,"

"evil to him who evil thinks." In commemoration of this event, and out

of compliment to the {224}countess, he established an order called the

Knights of the Garter. The queen attended the first meeting of this

order at Windsor, on which occasion all the knights were accompanied by

their ladies, who wore the badge with the motto the king had proposed as

a bracelet on their left arm. The object of this order of knighthood was

to assist distressed ladies, and after it was well established the king

announced his intention of going to the aid of the Countess de Montfort,

who was trying to uphold the cause of her infant son against the whole

power of France, while her husband was a prisoner in the tower of the

Louvre. He appointed Philippa regent, with the Earl of Kent as her

assistant, and departed for France with his son Edward, then only

sixteen years of age. At the battle of Cressy, which had occurred during

the siege of Calais, this boy proved himself a true hero.

During the king's absence, David of Scotland advanced into England and

set fire to the suburbs of York. Philippa hastened in person to the

relief of her northern subjects, and took up her residence at Newcastle.

On the following day the King of Scots, with forty thousand men, halted

within three miles of the town, and sent word to the queen that if her

men were willing he would wait and give them battle. She replied: "that

her barons would risk their lives for the realm of their lord, the

king."

When her army drew up in order of battle she rode among them mounted on

her white charger, entreating the men "to fight manfully for the love

of God." They promised to do the utmost in their power, and the queen

withdrew after commending them "to the protection of God and St.

George."

Philippa had the moral courage becoming in a woman, and as soon as she

had done all that a great queen could do for the encouragement of her

army, she left the battlefield, {225}which was no place for her, and

retired to pray for her invaded kingdom.

Her army gained the victory, and King David was taken prisoner by a

squire named John Copeland, who rode off with him and refused to give

him up. This displeased Philippa, who the next day wrote to the squire

commanding him to surrender the King of Scots to her forthwith. He

replied, "that he would not give up his royal prisoner to a woman but

only to his own lord, King Edward, for to him he had sworn allegiance

and not to any woman."

The queen was troubled at this obstinacy, and wrote all about it to the

king, who ordered John Copeland to come to him at Calais immediately.

When Edward saw the squire he took him by the hand, saying: "Ha! welcome

my squire, who by thy valor hast captured mine adversary, the King of

Scots."

John Copeland fell on one knee and replied: "If God out of his great

goodness has given me the King of Scotland, and permitted me to conquer

him in arms, no one ought to be jealous of it, for God can, if He

please, send His grace to a poor squire as well as to a great lord.

Sire, do not take it amiss if I did not surrender King David to the

orders of my lady queen, for I hold my lands of _you_ and not of _her_,

and my oath is to you and not her, unless indeed through choice."

The king thanked him warmly for his valor, and ordered him to go home

and hand his prisoner, the King of Scotland, over to Philippa, adding,

"and I assign lands as near your house as you can choose them to the

amount of five hundred pounds a year for you and your heirs." The squire

obeyed, and the excuses he made were so acceptable to the queen that she

bore him no ill-will. She ordered King David to be conducted in grand

procession through the streets mounted on a tall black war-horse,

so that every one {226}might know him and recognize him in case he

attempted to escape, and then to be locked up in the Tower of London.

Next day, accompanied by a large number of her ladies, she sailed for

Calais, where Edward gave a magnificent _fête_ to welcome his victorious

queen.

Meantime the defenders of Calais were so much reduced by famine that

they offered to surrender. At first Edward resolved to kill them every

one, but in compliance with the request of Sir Walter Mauny, one of

the Knights of the Garter, who begged him to be merciful, he softened

somewhat, and sent this message: "Tell the Governor of Calais that

the garrison and inhabitants shall be pardoned excepting six of the

principal citizens, who must surrender themselves to death with ropes

round their necks, bareheaded and barefooted, bringing the keys of the

town and castle in their hands."

Sir Walter carried the cruel verdict to the governor. He wept

bitterly; he was compelled, however, to break the dreadful news to the

inhabitants, who at the loud peals of the alarm-bell assembled in the

town-hall. When they heard the king's message, they broke into loud

lamentations of grief and despair. The hardest heart could not have

failed to be touched by such a scene. Men stared at each other, scarcely

knowing what to say or do. After a pause, Eustace St. Pierre, the most

wealthy citizen of Calais, arose and offered himself as one of the six

to make the horrible sacrifice for his fellow-townsmen. Five others

followed this noble example amid the blessings and thanks of the

assembly, and the number was completed. Mounted on a horse, the governor

slowly and solemnly conducted them to the barriers, where Sir Walter

Mauny awaited them, and said: "I deliver up to you, as Governor of

Calais, these six citizens, and swear to you they are the most wealthy

and respectable men of the town. I beg of you, gentle sir, that

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{229}you would beseech the king that they may not be put to death."

"I cannot answer what the king will do with them," replied Sir Walter;

"but you may depend upon this, that I will do all I can to save them."

All the English nobles wept at the sight of these six gentlemen as they

knelt before the king and begged for compassion, but Edward eyed them

angrily and ordered their heads to be struck off forthwith. Some of the

knights entreated the king to be more merciful, but he would not listen

to them, and sternly repeated his order.

At that moment Philippa appeared. Falling on her knees at her husband's

feet, she looked up into his face with tears in her eyes, and said: "Ah,

gentle sir, since I crossed the sea with great peril to see you I have

never asked you one favor; now I most humbly ask as a gift, for the sake

of the son of the blessed Mary, and as a proof of your love to me, the

lives of these six men."

King Edward looked at her for some time in silence, then replied: "Ah,

lady, I wish you had been anywhere else than here; you have entreated in

such a manner I cannot refuse you. I therefore give them to you--do as

you please with them."

Philippa then conducted the poor men to her own apartments, where their

halters were removed from their necks and they were served with an

excellent dinner. Afterwards she saw that they were conducted out of

the camp in safety. The king entered Calais and took possession of the

castle, where proper lodgings had been prepared for himself and his

queen.

[[A.D. 1348.]] After their return to England, in 1348, an awful

epidemic, called the "black death," visited the kingdom and carried off

the king and queen's second daughter, Johanna, a princess only fifteen

years old, but blessed with {230}so many charms that a number of

minstrels had chosen her for the subject of their verses. What made the

event more than ordinarily sad was, that she was engaged to be married,

and her funeral procession occurred at the very time that had been fixed

for the wedding ceremony. This was a great sorrow to the royal couple.

So dreadful was the pestilence that every household in London was

afflicted by it, and in some families all the members died..

Before this horrible visitation Philippa had turned her attention to the

working of the coal mines in England, which, like the cloth manufacture,

proved an industry of immense profit to the nation, besides enriching

many private individuals. Wherever this great queen turned her

patronage, prosperity was sure to follow, and her subjects loved and

trusted her.

[[A.D. 1357.]] In 1357 the English gained a grand victory at Poictiers,

and the Black Prince returned with many prisoners. Among them was one

Bertrand Du Guesclin. One day when Queen Philippa was entertaining at

her court a number of the noble French prisoners, the Prince of Wales

proposed that Du Guesclin should name his own ransom, adding that

whatever sum he mentioned should set him free. The warrior named a

hundred thousand crowns. The Prince of Wales was astonished at such

a sum, and asked how he could raise it. "I know a hundred knights,"

replied Du Guesclin, "in my native Bretagne, who would mortgage their

last acre rather than have me languish in captivity or be rated below

my value. Yea, and there is not a woman in France now toiling with her

distaff who would not devote a year's earnings to liberate me, for well

have I deserved of their sex. And if all the fair spinners of France

employ their hands to redeem me, think you, prince, that I shall abide

much longer with you?"

Queen Philippa, who had listened to this conversation

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{233}with great attention, now spoke: "I name," she said, "fifty

thousand crowns, my son, as my contribution towards your gallant

prisoner's ransom; for though an enemy to my husband, a knight who is

famed for the courteous protection he has afforded to my sex deserves

the assistance of every woman." Du Guesclin threw himself at the feet

of the generous queen, saying: "Ah, lady, being the ugliest knight in

France, I never reckoned on any goodness from your sex excepting those

whom I protected with my sword, but your bounty will make me think less

despicably of myself." Philippa, like all great women, honored those men

who paid most reverence to her own sex.

After a lingering illness, she sent for the king one day when she knew

that death was approaching. Taking his hand in her own, she asked him to

grant her three requests. He promised in advance with tears rolling

down his cheeks. "My lord," she said, "I beg you will fulfil whatever

engagements I have made with the merchants for their wares, as well on

this as on the other side of the sea; I beseech you to fulfil whatever

gifts or legacies I have made or left to churches and to all my

servants, whether male or female; and when it shall please God to call

upon you hence, you will choose no other sepulchre than mine, and that

you will lie by my side in the cloisters of Westminster Abbey." The king

replied: "Lady, all this shall be done."

[[A.D. 1369.]] Shortly after she died, and with her life departed the

happiness, good fortune and even respectability of Edward III. and his

family. Where Philippa had once promoted virtue, justice and wisdom,

scenes of folly, strife and sorrow now followed at court. One of the

chroniclers of the time says: "I firmly believe that her spirit was

caught by holy angels and carried to the glory of Heaven, for she had

never done anything by thought or deed to endanger her soul."

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