It was under the reign of James that the celebrated duel between the Earl of Dorset and Lord Bruce took place at Antwerp. Jealousy appears to have been the cause of the difference that led to their fatal meeting. The offence had been of long standing, but it was renewed at Canterbury, when Lord Bruce gave the Earl “two or three good buffets in the face,” Sackville being without a weapon, “having given his rapier instantly before to the Palsgrave.” It appears, however, that on this occasion “they were parted, and made friends by the noblemen that were present,” and Lord Bruce went to France “to learn to fence.” A short time after the parties met by appointment, and the Earl gives the following account of the transaction:—
“As I am not ignorant, so I ought to be sensible of the false aspersions some authorless tongues have laid upon me in the reports of the unfortunate passage lately happened between the Lord Bruce and myself; which, as they are spread here, so I may justly fear they reign also where you are. There are but two ways to resolve doubts of this nature—by oath, and by sword. The first is due to magistrates, and communicable to friends; the other, to such as maliciously slander, and impudently defend their assertions. Your love, not my merit, assures me you hold me your friend, which esteem I am much desirous to retain. Do me, therefore, the right to understand the truth of that act, and in my behalf inform others, who either are or may be infected with sinister rumours, much prejudicial to that fair opinion I desire to hold amongst all worthy persons, and on the faith of a gentleman, the relation I shall give is neither more nor less than the bare truth.
“To our seconds we gave power for their appointments, who agreed we should go to Antwerp, from thence to Bergen-op-zoom, where, in the midway, a village divides the States’ territory from the Archduke’s, and there was the destined stage; to the end that, having ended, he that could might presently exempt himself from the justice of the country, by retiring into the dominion not offended. It was farther concluded, that in case any should fall or slip, that then the combat should cease, and he whose ill fortune had so subjected him was to acknowledge his life to have been in the other’s hands; but in case one party’s sword should break, because that could only chance by hazard, it was agreed that the other should take no advantage, but either then be made friends, or else, upon even terms, go to it again. These three conclusions being by each of them related to his party, were by us both approved and assented to. Accordingly we re-embarked for Antwerp, and by reason my Lord (as I conceive, because he could not handsomely without danger of discovery) had not paired the sword I sent him to Paris, bringing one of the same length, but twice as broad, my second excepted against it, and advised me to match my own, and send him the choice, which I obeyed, it being, you know, the challenger’s privilege to elect his weapon.
“At the delivery of the swords, which was performed by Sir John Heidon, it pleased the Lord Bruce to choose my own; and then, past expectation, he told him that he found himself so far behind hand as a little of my blood would not serve his turn, and therefore he was now resolved to have me alone, because he knew (for I will use his own words) ‘that so worthy a gentleman and my friend could not endure and stand by and see him do that which he must to satisfy himself and his honour.’ Thereunto Sir John Heidon replied, ‘that such intentions were bloody and butcherly, far unfitting so noble a personage, who should desire to bleed for reputation not for life;’ withal adding, ‘he thought himself injured, being come thus far, now to be prohibited from executing those honourable offices he came for.’ The Lord Bruce, for answer, only reiterated his former resolution, the which, not for matter but for manner, so moved me, as though, to my remembrance, I had not of a long while eaten more liberally than at dinner, and therefore unfit for such an action (seeing the surgeons hold a wound upon a full stomach much more dangerous than otherwise), I requested my second to certify him I would presently decide the difference, and should, therefore, meet him on horseback, only waited on by our surgeons, they being unarmed.
“Together we rode (but one before the other some twelve score) about two English miles, and then passion, having so weak an enemy to assail as my direction, easily became victor, and using his power, made me obedient to his commands. I being very mad with anger, the Lord Bruce should thirst after my life with a kind of assuredness, seeing I had come so far and needlessly to give him leave to regain his lost reputation, I bade him alight, which with all willingness he quickly granted, and there in a meadow, ankle-deep in the water, at least, bidding farewell to our doublets, in our shirts we began to charge each other, having afore commanded our surgeons to withdraw themselves a pretty distance from us, conjuring them besides, as they respected our favour or their own safeties, not to stir, but to suffer us to execute our pleasure, we being fully resolved (God forgive us) to despatch each other by what means we could.
“I made a thrust at my enemy, but was short, and in drawing back my arm I received a great wound thereon, which I interpreted as a reward for my short shooting; but in revenge, I pressed into him, though I then missed him also; and then received a wound in my right pap, which passed level through my body, and almost to my back. And there we wrestled for the two greatest and dearest prizes we could ever expect trial for—honour and life; in which struggling, my hand, having but an ordinary glove on it, lost one of her servants, though the meanest, which hung by a skin, and to sight yet remaineth as before, and I am put in hope one day to recover the use of it again. But at last breathless, yet keeping our holds, there past on both sides propositions of quitting each other’s swords; but when amity was dead, confidence could not live, and who should quit first was the question, which on neither part either would perform; and restriving again afresh, with a kick and a wrench together I freed my long-captive weapon, which incontinently levying at his throat, being master still of his, I demanded if he would ask his life or yield his sword? Both which, though in that imminent danger, he bravely denied to do. Myself being wounded, and feeling loss of blood, having three conduits running on me, began to make me faint, and he courageously persisting not to accord to either of my propositions, remembrance of his former bloody desire, and feeling of my present estate, I struck at his heart, but with his avoiding, missed my aim, yet passed through his body, and drawing back my sword, repassed it through again, through another place, when he cried, ‘Oh! I am slain,’ seconding his speech with all the force he had to cast me: but being too weak, after I had defended his assault, I easily became master of him, laying him on his back, when, being upon him, I redemanded if he would request his life? But it seems he prized it not at so dear a rate to be beholding for it, bravely replying he scorned it! which answer of his was so noble and worthy, as I protest, I could not find in my heart to offer him any more violence, only keeping him down; till at length, his surgeon, afar off, cried out he would immediately die if his wounds were not stopped: whereupon I asked if he desired his surgeon should come? which he accepted of; and so, being drawn away, I never offered to take his sword, accounting it inhumane to rob a dead man, for so I held him to be.
“This thus ended, I retired to my surgeon, in whose arms after I had remained awhile, for want of blood I lost my sight, and withal, as I then thought, my life also; but strong water and his diligence, quickly recovered me; when I escaped a great danger, for my Lord’s surgeon, when nobody dreamt of it, came full at me with my Lord’s sword; and had not mine, with my sword, interposed himself, I had been slain by those base hands, although my Lord Bruce, weltering in his blood, and past all expectation of life, conformable to all his former carriage, which was undoubtedly noble, cried out ‘Rascal, hold thy hand!’ So may I prosper, as I have dealt sincerely with you in this relation, which I pray you, with the inclosed letters, deliver to my Lord Chamberlain.
Ed. Sackville.”
It does not appear that this fatal and barbarous affair led to any proceedings against the Earl of Dorset, nor did it diminish his favour at court.