^{page 63 note a} Twelfth Baron by tenure, fifth Baron by writ. (Nicolas.)

^{page 64 note a} See Acts of Privy Council, vol. ii. p. 286.

^{page 64 note b} On being served with a subpœna to appear in Chancery, he not only beat one David Woodburne, the process-server, ‘but will he nill he inforced the said David to eat the subpœna, wax and parchment.’—Smythe's Lives of the Berheleys, in Fosbroke's Berkeley MSS. p. 152. It would have been more tolerable perhaps if this nobleman had acted as another contemnor of the Court of Chancery, one Henry Parramore, did, about 150 years later. It is recorded of him that he compelled one Pyers Thomas to eat the label of a writ, and ‘then sent for drinke for him, which he cawsed him to drinke, with cromes of bread in the same.’ See Aterforthe v. Hall, 25 05, 1598Google Scholar. Reg. Lib. B. 1597. fo. 829.

^{page 65 note a} The following letter was written by Lady Berkeley to her husband, while absent from him in London:—

“To my right worshipful and reverend Lord and Husband be these delivered.

“Right Worshipful and Reverend Lord and Husband,

“I recommend me to you, with all my whole hart, desiring alwayea to hear of your good welfare, the which God mayntayne and encrease ever to your worship; and it please you to hear how I fare, Sir, squall and squall. Thomas, Roger, and Jacket have asked surety of peace of mee, for their intent was to bringe me into the Towre; but, I trust in God, to-morrowe they shall go in bayle unto the next term, and soe to goe home, and then to come agayne; and, Sur, I trust to God and you will not treat with them, but keep your own in the most manlyest wyse; yee shall have the land for ones, and ……‥ was ware of Venables, of Alderly, of Thomas Mull, and all your false counsaill. Keep well your place. The Earl of Shroesbury lyeth right nigh by you, and shapeth all the wyles that he can to distresse you and yours, for he will not meddle with you openly no maner wise, but to be with great falsdome, that he can bringe about to beguile you, or else he causeth that yee have to fewe peopull about you; then will he set on you; for he sayeth I will never come to the King agayne till he have done you an ill turne. Sur, your matter speedeth, and right well, save my …… costeth great good. For the reverence of God, send money, or else I must lay my horse to pledge, and come home on my fete. Keep weir all about you till I come home, and trete not without mee, and then all things shall be well, with the grace of Almighty God, who have you in his keeping. Written at London, the Wednesday next afore Whitsunday.

“Your Wife the Lady of Berkeley.”