“How earnest I was,” he wrote to the lords of the council, 9th March, 1586, “not only to acquaint her Majesty, but immediately upon the first motion made by the States, to send Mr. Davison over to her with letters, I doubt not but he will truly affirm for me; yea, and how far against my will it was, notwithstanding any reasons delivered me, that he and others persisted in, to have me accept first of this place . . . . .  The extremity of the case, and my being persuaded that Mr. Davison might have better satisfied her Majesty, than I perceive he can, caused, me-neither arrogantly nor contemptuously, but even merely and faithfully—­to do her Majesty the best service.”

He acknowledged, certainly, that Davison had been influenced by honest motives, although his importunities had been the real cause of the Earl’s neglect of his own obligations.  But he protested that he had himself, only erred through an excessive pliancy to the will of others.  “My yielding was my own fault,” he admitted, “whatsoever his persuasions; but far from a contemptuous heart, or else God pluck out both heart and bowels with utter shame.”

So soon as Sir Thomas Heneage had presented himself, and revealed the full extent of the Queen’s wrath, the Earl’s disposition to cast the whole crime on the shoulders of Davison became quite undisguised.

“I thank you for your letters,” wrote Leicester to Walsingham, “though you can send me no comfort.  Her Majesty doth deal hardly to believe so ill of me.  It is true I faulted, but she doth not consider what commodities she hath withal, and herself no way engaged for it, as Mr. Davison might have better declared it, if it had pleased him.  And I must thank him only for my blame, and so he will confess to you, for, I protest before God, no necessity here could have made me leave her Majesty unacquainted with the cause before I would have accepted of it, but only his so earnest pressing me with his faithfid assured promise to discharge me, however her Majesty should take it.  For you all see there she had no other cause to be offended but this, and, by the Lord, he was the only cause; albeit it is no sufficient allegation, being as I am . . . . .  He had, I think, saved all to have told her, as he promised me.  But now it is laid upon me, God send the cause to take no harm, my grief must be the less.

“How far Mr. Heneage’s commission shall deface me I know not.  He is wary to observe his commission, and I consent withal.  I know the time will be her Majesty will be sorry for it.  In the meantime I am too, too weary of the high dignity.  I would that any that could serve her Majesty were placed in it, and I to sit down with all my losses.”

In more manful strain he then alluded to the sufferings of his army.  “Whatsoever become of me,” he said, “give me leave to speak for the poor soldiers.  If they be not better maintained, being in this strange country, there will be neither good service done, nor be without great dishonour to her Majesty . . . . .  Well, you see the wants, and it is one cause that will glad me to be rid of this heavy high calling, and wish me at my poor cottage again, if any I shall find.  But let her Majesty pay them well, and appoint such a man as Sir William Pelham to govern them, and she never wan more honour than these men here will do, I am persuaded.”