One of the
highlights of our summer was visiting Laycock Abbey, known to some as where
some interior scenes from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets were
filmed, as
well as Harry Potter and the Halfblood Prince.
Its history is
less interesting or more interesting depending on viewpoint. It was founded in Snail’s
Meadow by Lady Ela, the Countess of Salisbury in 1229. The foundation stone was
laid in 1232, and she retired there in 1238 some years after her husband died
The nuns and
their servants prospered throughout the Middle Ages but the Abbey was dissolved by Henry
VIII who sold it to Sir William Sharington for £783.
Like the good
Protestant he was. he knocked down the adjoining chapel but retained the
cloisters (Luckily for Warner Bros) and built above and around them.
William
Sharington exemplifies the ruthless, almost manic lust for property and power
that characterized the Tudor period.
Connections and land were paramount. Religion too was important, though
it also proved a useful cover.
Through his
brother-in-law he became a friend of Thomas Seymour, the less famous brother of
Jane Seymour who made the family fortunes by marrying the king. On the back of
the Seymours Sharington’s rise was rapid and his acquisition of land began.
Apart from Laycock Abbey he owned fourteen manors in Wiltshire and more manors
in Somerset, Dorset and Gloucestershire. He became the MP for Heytesbury and
was knighted in 1547.
You might have
thought that would be enough for him but like many rich men, he thought himself
poor. He dabbled in trade, owning several ships trading from Bristol. He bought
and sold sheep, and accrued even more wealth as an active moneylender.
One imagines his joy when he became ‘under-treasurer’ of the Bristol Castle
mint – the only mint outside of London. All that silver and gold!
It led to his downfall, or rather his
greed did. He debased the king’s coin by making it too light, saving the excess
silver and gold for himself: fraud – and at the expense of the King.
Fearing discovery
he sought the protection of his old chum Thomas Seymour.
This was
understandable but a profound mistake. A contemporary described Seymour as: "hardy, wise and liberal ... fierce in courage, courtly in fashion,
in personage stately, in voice magnificent, but somewhat empty of matter.” Seymour proved the truth of it when he embroiled William Sharington in
treason.
Eward VI, too
young to rule on his own, governed through his regent the Duke of Somerset –
Edward Seymour and Thomas’ brother. Thomas Seymour was riven with jealousy and planned to seize power by capturing the king for himself. Sharington's part was to finance an armed uprising. The
plot was discovered when Seymour was found, gun in hand, outside the king’s bed
chamber. He had just shot the royal spaniel for barking too loud.
Thus ended the
career of Thomas Seymour, the man who married Henry VIII’s widow, Catherine Parr,
but couldn’t keep his hands off the young princess Elizabeth, pinching and
tickling her in bed, the man 'somewhat empty of matter.'
Sharington though immediately
squealed, getting off with the lesser charge of debasing the king’s currency.
Sharington lost his estates, Seymour his head.
Interestingly
Sharington was helped by Bishop Hugh Latimer, who in a
sermon to the king called Sharington "an honest gentleman, and one that
God loveth... a chosen man of God, and one of his elected."
This calls
into question the great bishops’s honesty or wit. My suspicion is that Latimer
was just another power-player, a wolf in clerical garb. In this instance
the boy King was persuaded. In November 1549 Sharington was pardoned, and in exchange for £12,867, recovered
all his estates.
Under the next
monarch, Edward's Catholic sister Mary, Bishop Hugh Latimer was burned alive. Sharington, one imagines kept
his head down low and survived. One beardie climbed the ladder.
4 comments:
Sometimes my mouth hangs open when I think of all the ways people have lied, cheated, stolen, and murdered their way to the top. And sometimes some of them get their comeuppance, though I can imagine better ways to die than being burned alive.
There is no humanity in humanity.
And it's still going on, Maria, and probably always will. At least then punishments for failure balanced more fairly the rewards of success :)
Hehehe you have an awesome way of sharing history. ;-)
I've always been interested in Tudor history, but I have to say I still don't know nearly enough to call myself a buff.
Thanks for the compliment, Misha. It was my job at one time : interest or die! :)
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