Mary Rose by David Loades Page A

English
pavilion at the Field of
Cloth of Gold, Henry’s
1520 meeting with
Francis I of France.
    11. Westminster, from
the panorama of
London by Antony
van Wyngaerde
(c.1550). The following
six pictures are all
taken from the same
panorama, which
represents London
as Mary would have
known it.
    12. Whitehall
Palace.
    13. London, from Westminster to the Strand.
    14. Old St Pauls.
    15. London Bridge.
    16. The Tower of London.
    17. Cardinal Wolsey. From a drawing by
Jacques le Boucq.

APPENDIX 1
VERSES GREETING MARY ON HER ENTRY INTO PARIS
    A ship represented Mary crossing the Channel, guided on its true course by the City of Paris. The sailors in the rigging sang her praises.
    Noble Lady, welcome to France,
Through you we now shall live in joy and pleasure,
Frenchmen and Englishmen live at their ease,
Praise to God, who sends us such a blessing!
    To which an orator responded:
    Most illustrious, magnanimous princess,
Paris reveres and honours you
And presents this ship to your nobility,
Which is under the King’s governance.
Grains, wines and sweet liqueurs are therein,
Which the winds propel by divine ordinance.
All men of good will
Receive you as Queen of France.
    In the last tableau before the Palais Royale, the angel Gabriel presided over the Garden of France, where shepherds sang.
    As the peace between God and man,
By the intervention of the Virgin Mary,
Once was made, so now we,
The French bourgeois are relieved of our burdens;
Because Mary has married with us.
Through her justice and peace join
In the fields of France and in the countryside of England;
Since the bonds of love hold in restraining arms,
We have acquired for ourselves equally,
Mary in heaven and Mary on earth.
    (Taken from Charles Read Baskervill (ed.) Pierre Grigore’s Pageants for the Entry of Mary Tudor into Paris , 1934. From BL Cotton MS Vespasian B.ii.)

APPENDIX 2
A SUFFOLK GARLAND
    Eighth Henry ruling this land,
He had a sister fair,
That was the widowed Queen of France,
Enrich’d with virtues rare;
And being come to England’s Court,
She oft beheld a knight,
Charles Brandon nam’d in whose fair eyes,
She chiefly took delight
    And noting in her princely mind,
His gallant sweet behaviour,
She daily drew him by degrees,
Still more and more in favour;
Which he perceiving, courteous knight,
Found fitting time and place,
And thus in amorous sort began,
His love-suit to her grace.
    Brandon (quoth she) I greater am,
Than would I were for thee,
But I can as little master love,
As them of low degree.
My father was a king, and so
A king my husband was,
My brother is the like, and he
Will say I do transgress.
    But let him say what pleaseth him,
His liking I’ll forego,
And chuse a love to please myself,
Though all the world said no:
If ploughmen make their marriages,
As best contents their mind,
Why should not princes of estate
The like contentment find?
    But tell me, Brandon, am I not
More forward than beseems?
Yet blame me not for love, I love
Where best my fancy deems.
And long may live (quoth he) to love,
Nor longer live may I
Then when I love your royal grace,
And then disgraced die.
    But if I do deserve your love,
My mind desires dispatch,
For many are the eyes in court,
That on your beauty watch:
But am I not, sweet lady, now
More forward than behoves?
Yet for my heart, forgive my tongue
That speaketh for him that loves.
    The queen and this brave gentleman
Together both did wed,
And after sought the king’s goodwill,
And of their wishes sped:
For Brandon soon was made a Duke,
And graced so in court,
And who but he did flaunt it forth
Amongst the noblest sort.
    And so from princely Brandon’s line,
And Mary did proceed
The noble race of Suffolk’s house,
As after did succeed:
And whose high blood the lady Jane,
Lord Guildford Dudley’s wife,
Came by descent, who with her lord,
In London lost her life.
    (From the Suffolk Garland; or a Collection of Poems, Songs, Tales, Ballads, Sonnets, and Elegies, Legendary and Romantic, Historical and