Accordingly, towards the end of November, he took his departure, without paying his respects.  The Governor complained to the King of this unceremonious proceeding, and assured His Majesty that never were courtesy and gentleness so ill requited as his had been by this ingrate and cankered Duke.  “He told me,” said Alva, “that if I did not stay in the field, he would not remain with me in peaceful cities, and he asked me if I intended to march into Holland with the troops which were to winter there.  I answered, that I should go wherever it was necessary, even should I be obliged to swim through all the canals of Holland.”  After giving these details, the Duke added, with great appearance of candor and meekness, that he was certain Medina Coeli had only been influenced by extreme zeal for His Majesty’s service, and that, finding, so little for him to do in the Netherlands, he had become dissatisfied with his position.

Immediately after the fall of Harlem, another attempt was made by Alva to win back the allegiance of the other cities by proclamations.  It had become obvious to the Governor that so determined a resistance on the part of the first place besieged augured many long campaigns before the whole province could be subdued.  A circular was accordingly issued upon the 26th July from Utrecht, and published immediately afterwards in all the cities of the Netherlands.  It was a paper of singular character, commingling an affectation of almost ludicrous clemency, with honest and hearty brutality.  There was consequently something very grotesque about the document.  Philip, in the outset, was made to sustain towards his undutiful subjects the characters of the brooding hen and the prodigal’s father; a range of impersonation hardly to be allowed him, even by the most abject flattery.  “Ye are well aware,” thus ran the address, “that the King has, over and over again, manifested his willingness to receive his children, in however forlorn a condition the prodigals might return.  His Majesty assures you once more that your sins, however black they may have been, shall be forgiven and forgotten in the plenitude of royal kindness, if you repent and return in season to his Majesty’s embrace.  Notwithstanding your manifold crimes, his Majesty still seeks, like a hen calling her chickens, to gather you all under the parental wing.  The King hereby warns you once more, therefore, to place yourselves in his royal hands, and not to wait for his rage, cruelty, and fury, and the approach of his army.”

The affectionate character of the address, already fading towards the end of the preamble, soon changes to bitterness.  The domestic maternal fowl dilates into the sanguinary dragon as the address proceeds.  “But if,” continues the monarch, “ye disregard these offers of mercy, receiving them with closed ears, as heretofore, then we warn you that there is no rigor, nor cruelty, however great, which you are not to expect by laying waste, starvation, and the sword, in such manner that nowhere shall remain a relic of that which at present exists, but his Majesty will strip bare and utterly depopulate the land, and cause it to be inhabited again by strangers; since otherwise his Majesty could not believe that the will of God and of his Majesty had been accomplished.”