The vehicle is often prized more than the freight
     There was but one king in Europe, Henry the Bearnese
     There was no use in holding language of authority to him
     Thirty Years’ War tread on the heels of the forty years
     Unimaginable outrage as the most legitimate industry
     Wish to appear learned in matters of which they are ignorant

THE LIFE AND DEATH of JOHN OF BARNEVELD, ADVOCATE OF HOLLAND

WITH A VIEW OF THE PRIMARY CAUSES AND MOVEMENTS OF THE THIRTY YEARS’ WAR

By John Lothrop Motley, D.C.L., LL.D.

The Life and Death of John of Barneveld, v2, 1609-10

CHAPTER II.

Passion of Henry IV. for Margaret de Montmorency—­Her Marriage with the Prince of Conde—­Their Departure for the Country-Their Flight to the Netherlands-Rage of the King—­Intrigues of Spain—­Reception of the Prince and Princess of Conde by the Archdukes at Brussels—­ Splendid Entertainments by Spinola—­Attempts of the King to bring the Fugitives back—­Mission of De Coeuvres to Brussels—­Difficult Position of the Republic—­Vast but secret Preparations for War.

“If the Prince of Conde comes back.”  What had the Prince of Conde, his comings and his goings, to do with this vast enterprise?

It is time to point to the golden thread of most fantastic passion which runs throughout this dark and eventful history.

One evening in the beginning of the year which had just come to its close there was to be a splendid fancy ball at the Louvre in the course of which several young ladies of highest rank were to perform a dance in mythological costume.

The King, on ill terms with the Queen, who harassed him with scenes of affected jealousy, while engaged in permanent plots with her paramour and master, the Italian Concini, against his policy and his life; on still worse terms with his latest mistress in chief, the Marquise de Verneuil, who hated him and revenged herself for enduring his caresses by making him the butt of her venomous wit, had taken the festivities of a court in dudgeon where he possessed hosts of enemies and flatterers but scarcely a single friend.

He refused to attend any of the rehearsals of the ballet, but one day a group of Diana and her nymphs passed him in the great gallery of the palace.  One of the nymphs as she went by turned and aimed her gilded javelin at his heart.  Henry looked and saw the most beautiful young creature, so he thought, that mortal eye had ever gazed upon, and according to his wont fell instantly over head and ears in love.  He said afterwards that he felt himself pierced to the heart and was ready to faint away.

The lady was just fifteen years of age.  The King was turned of fifty-five.  The disparity of age seemed to make the royal passion ridiculous.  To Henry the situation seemed poetical and pathetic.  After this first interview he never missed a single rehearsal.  In the intervals he called perpetually for the services of the court poet Malherbe, who certainly contrived to perpetrate in his behalf some of the most detestable verses that even he had ever composed.