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Francis Beaumont: Dramatist / A Portrait, with Some Account of His Circle, Elizabethan and Jacobean, / And of His Association with John Fletcher

Chapter 55: TABLE A.
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A detailed scholarly portrait of Francis Beaumont traces his family background, education, social and literary circles, and his close professional partnership with John Fletcher, situating their collaboration within Elizabethan and Jacobean theatrical life. The first part reconstructs biography, acquaintances, and contemporary relations with other dramatists and patrons; the second part applies critical and quantitative methods to attribute authorship, examine versification, diction, and mental habits, and assess disputed plays. Throughout, the author balances archival research, portraiture of theatrical milieu, and formal analysis to characterize Beaumont's dramatic manner, collaborative practice, and the plays' artistic features and influences.

"A Paradise, as thou art, my Evanthe,
Is only made to wonder at a little,
Enough for human eyes, and then to wander from,"—

and when he describes the graces of spiritual love. And the Queen's thoughts upon death, though melodramatic, have something of the dignity of Beaumont's style. But the minds of the principal personages reflect not only the flashing current but the turbid estuaries of Fletcher's thought. The passion, save for Valerio's, is lurid, and the humour latrinal. To sketch the bestial even in narrative, however fleeting, is inartistic; to fix it on canvas is offensive; to posture it upon the stage is unpardonable. The last is practically what Fletcher has done here; and the wonder is that he appears to think that he is justifying virtue.

No; Fletcher had not the fibre of Beaumont even when he was writing with him; and he did not achieve "a manlier, sounder fibre," after Beaumont had ceased, and he had swung into the brilliant orbit which he rounded as sole luminary of the stage.

I object again,—and the reader who has followed the exposition of the preceding pages will, I hope, object with me,—to the dictum of a German writer of this latter day, that the reason of the degeneracy of Beaumont and Fletcher, ethically, "seems to lie in the narrowing of the drama from a national interest to the flattery of a courtly caste." Mr. More opines that such an explanation should not be pressed too far; and he suggests that one reason why "we are unable to comprehend many of the persons upon the stage of Beaumont and Fletcher" is that we are similarly unable to comprehend "the more typical men and women who were playing the actual drama of the age." So far as Fletcher's dramatis personae are concerned, there is truth in this; but why couple Beaumont with him? If you omit a character or two in The Woman-Hater, which was a youthful jeu d'esprit, you shall find very few incomprehensible figures among those of Beaumont's creation. And as to the German mentioned above, Dr. Aronstein, what "flattery of a courtly caste" can he possibly detect in Beaumont's satire upon favourites in The Woman-Hater; in that burlesque of bourgeois affectations, The Knight of the Burning Pestle (the Court, too, was still reading the literature there satirized); or in his Philaster, who was a rebel; or in his Amintor of The Maides Tragedy, whose fate hinged upon his shuffling subservience to a king, or in the King himself on whom God sends "unlookt-for sudden death," because of his lust; or in his King Arbaces, whose general has "not patience to looke on whilst you runne these forbidden courses"; or in his scenes of Cupid's Revenge, which scourge the vices of the Court; or in his Sir Roger and Mistress Abigail and her scornful Lady,—or in his Ricardo and Viola, who are just a lover and his lass, and have never dreamed of Court or King at all?

I wonder whether it may not be possible for us henceforth to give to Fletcher, and the whole Fletcherian syndicate,—the Massingers, Fields, Middletons and Rowleys, Dabornes, and the rest,—the praise and the blame for what they produced, but eliminate Beaumont from the award. One grows weary of the attribution to him of moral irresponsibilities and extravagances in art of which he was, in all that we have learned of his breeding, life, and mental habit the implicit opponent—very much like his brother Sir John,—and of the opposite of which he was in his poetic and dramatic output, as I have minutely demonstrated, the professed exponent. In the broad daylight of philological science and modern historical criticism we should no longer regard Beaumont-and-Fletcher as an indivisible pair of Siamese twins, constructing with all four hands at once the fabric of fifty-three plays, or even of ten, and tongue-and-grooving the boards with such diabolic deftness that each artisan shall for ever be credited with the merits and defects of both. It is, at any rate, time that the world of scholars,—and then the world of readers may follow,—render unto Cæsar the things that are Cæsar's.

As for Cæsar, we concede to him, John Fletcher, once for all, as he may be read in his independent work, by one even running, artistic virtues numerous and brilliant:[260] gaiety, wit, sprightly dialogue; mastery of stage-craft,—of all the devices of captivating plot and rattling 'business,' and all the conventions and theatrically legitimate clap-trap of dramatic types and humours, hallowed by success, adored by the actor, and darling to the public. We concede skill in the weaving of romantic complications, captivatingly cunning, and in the construction of situations irresistibly ludicrous; remarkable inventiveness of sensational adventure and spectacular scene and attractive setting; realism at every turn, and an ability to portray manners, varied and minute. Above all, we admire, and thankfully rejoice in, his smoothness of mechanism, his lightness of touch, his contrivance and manipulation of pure comedy—whether of manners or intrigue,—and in his world of characters, not only laughter-compelling, but endowed with humour themselves and sworn to the enthronement of the Spirit of Mirth.

On the other hand we read on every page of Fletcher's independent contribution to English drama what, perhaps, was not the man himself, but his dramaturgic pose—still for the world the essence of the Fletcher who ruled it from the stage:[261] we read his "shallowness of moral nature," his acquiescence in the ethical apathy and cynicism of the time; his indelicacy; his indifference to, if not irreverence for, the dramatic proprieties,—his subservience to popular taste and favour in an age when "the theatre had ceased to be the expression of patriotism and of the national life and had become the amusement of the idle gentleman and of such members of the lower classes as were not kept away by the Puritan disapproval of the stage." We witness with amusement but with self-reproach his presentation of characters superficial, and superficially refracting the evanescent vanities and heartless vices of Jacobean London, as if representative of actual and general life; his play of emotions feigned or sentimental; his violent contrasts, unnatural conversions, impossible revolutions of fortune; we discern the absence of subtle intuition, the failure to effect profound and lasting impression, the "lack of seriousness and of spiritual poise." We note, in the heroic-romantic dramas, improbability and extravagance; and, in the tragedies, such as Valentinian, a total disregard of the unity of interest,—just that muddling of motives of which the editor of The Nation has written,—and therefore the failure to realize unity of effect. There has been no moral sequence: the suspense has been distracted by the variety of emotions stirred. After the hours of strain to which the spectator has imaginatively subjected himself, the relief—what Aristotle calls the catharsis—is not forthcoming: because the intellect has not been clarified but fuddled; the will has not been braced; the feelings appropriate to tragedy—of pity and of fear—have not enjoyed an unthwarted, undiverted outflow. The faculties have been tantalized by manifold, deceptive, agonies of thirst. They should have been centred in one yearning, conducted to one clear spring of medicament, and purged by waters of truth, justice, and sympathy. From Fletcher's Valentinian and Bonduca despite the poetry and the onrush of the dramatic action there proceeds no calm, "all passion spent"; no beauty that is peace. And of the tragicomedies, The Loyall Subject and A Wife for a Month, this verdict may be even more readily pronounced.

Such are the excellences and defects of Fletcher. Let us give him all the glory of the former: but stay from burdening Beaumont, who had faults of his own, with responsibility for the latter,—with the unmorality or immorality or extravagant artistry of Fletcher when not associated with Beaumont. With the vices and virtues of Fletcher's rocket, bursting in stellar polychrome, Beaumont had nothing to do. To him justice can be accorded only if he, after these three centuries, be considered alone,—not for ever coupled with Fletcher, but spoken and thought of, and known, as dramatist, poet, man of far sounder fibre, and more virile marrow,—of superior insight, imagination, and art.

Next to Shakespeare, the most essentially poetic dramatist of the early Jacobean period was Francis Beaumont. He had not the learning of Jonson, nor the long career, nor the dictatorial position; nor did he attempt to rival him in comedy, or criticism. But his great poem, The Maides Tragedy is a thousand times more enthralling and poetic than Sejanus or Catiline. Shakespeare always excepted, the only author of tragedy in that day whose intuitions and lines of astounding splendour at all compete with, sometimes surpass, Beaumont's is Webster; but the fascination of his Duchess of Malfy is lurid, miasmatic, stupefying; that of The Maides Tragedy, breathless and heart-breaking.

In the drama of mingled motive, Jonson produced but one masterpiece that in poetry, valiancy of design, and portrayal of the ridiculous, equals Beaumont's A King and No King,—the Volpone; but that is not tragicomedy, and it drips venom. All that stands between A King and No King and artistic perfection is the dénouement. If the lovers had died, their struggle against temptation still continuing, their passion unfulfilled,—if in the moment of death, they had discovered that their union were no incest after all, Beaumont would have left behind him another consummate tragedy. As it is, to find a parallel in Jacobean literature, outside of Shakespeare, one must turn to Ford's 'Tis a Pity, She's a Whore. There again with poetic effulgence the problem of incest is dramatized; but how half-hearted the struggle, insincere the moral,—the poetry, purple and unconvincing!

In romantic comedy, between 1603 and 1625, others have produced plays which from the dramatic point of view equal Philaster,—Dekker, Heywood, Marston, Chapman, Middleton, and Rowley. Not all even of Shakespeare's romantic comedies come up to Philaster in literary or dramatic excellence; but only Shakespeare has written what surpasses it.

In the comedy that delineates humours, The Woman-Hater, as regards both poetry and technique, falls below several plays of Dekker, Chapman, Marston, Middleton, and Jonson, and below the earlier efforts of Shakespeare; but in characterization it is as good as some of Shakespeare's. There is no comic figure in Love's Labour's Lost, the Two Gentlemen of Verona, or the Comedy of Errors, that surpasses Beaumont's Hungry Courtier; and the humorous dialogue and the prose as a whole of The Woman-Hater are more natural, and more intelligible to the modern ear. With Shakespeare's later comedies that in any degree avail themselves of the 'humours' element, or with Jonson's masterpieces in this kind, The Woman-Hater, of course, can not be placed in comparison. But if for the nonce, we consider Beaumont's Knight of the Burning Pestle, merely in its 'humours' aspect, we must acknowledge that its characters are as clear-cut, as typical of the time and as provocative of laughter as those of Every Man in his Humour, which for all its historic significance most people nowadays read, or might read, with a yawn; and that it is less artificial in construction, more human in motive and character, more modern in mirth than The Silent Woman,—even though the object of its ridicule be now caviare to the general.

To set Beaumont's burlesque as a comedy of manners beside any of Shakespeare's comedies from 1594 down, would be futile, but of the early Shakespearian plays mentioned above none shakes more with fun than The Knight of the Burning Pestle, and not one gives us the flavour of London,—its citizens, their affectations and ideals, their reading, habits and life,—or of England, that the Knight affords in every scene. If Shakespeare instead of writing, say, the Comedy of Errors had written The Knight of the Burning Pestle, scholars would now be flooding us with Variorum editions of it, women's literary clubs would be likening him with fervour to Cervantes, and the public might be so well educated to its allusions and ideas that our Hebrew emperors of the theatrical world and arbiters of dramatic vogue would be "starring" it through the country to the delight of audiences that wisely make a show of understanding and enjoying everything that Shakespeare wrote. To what unrealized extent the fate of plays hangs upon the tradition of the green-room, the actor's whim, the manager's enterprise or ignorance, and luck, is material for an essay in itself. I am not asserting that The Knight of the Burning Pestle pretends to poetry, as do all of Shakespeare's plays; but that for chuckling and side-long mirth, and for manners and insight into the life of a rarely interesting period, it is fine comedy, while as burlesque it is equalled by few of the kind in our language and excelled by none.

It may be true that burlesques lose their flavour with the passing of their victims. But that does not hold true of the drama of problems perennially recurring and of emotions common to men of every age and clime. Of such drama are The Maides Tragedy and A King and No King. They are not antiquated. And I doubt whether they are stronger meat than some of Shakespeare's plays, all of which are more or less 'arranged' before they are placed upon the modern stage. As to strong meat, the difference between the Elizabethan taste and the present Georgian is more a matter of variety than of flavour. Our forefathers liked their venison in gobbets, for three hours at a stretch, and washed it down with a tun or two of sack. The theatre-going public to-day likes its game just as high, but it varies the meal with other dishes as highly seasoned,—and washes it down with a foreign-labeled little bottle of champagne. Our ancestors called a depraved woman by a brief bad name, and put it into poetry. We denominate her, if at all, by some euphemistic circumlocution, in prose; but we none the less throng the theatre to see Dalilah play, and we follow with apparent gusto her sinuous enticements upon the stage. We rejoice in problem-plays more erotic, and far more subtly perilous, than those which Shakespeare and Beaumont beheld. We are of an age of uplift, and meticulous reform. We would eliminate fornication and adultery; but not from our plays. They teem with—suggestion. There is nothing neurotic, nothing insidious in The Maides Tragedy and A King and No King. The grave of sin is wide open; and the spade that digged it stands in plain view, and is called a spade. On the whole I had rather have the Anglo-Saxon bluntness and gleaming poetry of the Beaumont than the whitewashed epigram and miching-mallecho of the twentieth-century play I saw last night. There is no reason why, properly cut and staged, Beaumont's greatest plays should not yield delight to-day. And as for the reader why should he not turn back to "the inexhaustible treasures" of entertainment offered by these plays. "They were," as says Mr. Paul Elmer More, "they were to the Elizabethan age what the novel is to ours, and I wonder how many readers three centuries from now will go back to our fiction for amusement as we to-day can go back to Beaumont and Fletcher."

I began this book by quoting from an historian of the drama of marked repute: "In the Argo of the Elizabethan drama—as it presents itself to the imagination of our own latter days—Shakespeare's is and must remain the commanding figure. Next to him sit the twin literary heroes, Beaumont and Fletcher—more or less vaguely supposed to be inseparable from one another in their works." And also from the last great poet of the Victorian age: "If a distinction must be made between the Dioscuri of English poetry, we must admit that Beaumont was the twin of heavenlier birth. Only as Pollux was on one side a demigod of diviner blood than Castor can it be said that on any side Beaumont was a poet of higher and purer genius than Fletcher; but so much must be allowed by all who have eyes and ears to discern in the fabric of their common work a distinction without a difference." If I have succeeded in showing that in the fabric of their common work the distinction between Beaumont and Fletcher is measured by a wide and clearly visible difference, I shall be happy. Others, to whom I have repeatedly expressed my indebtedness even when disagreeing with particulars of their criticism, have cleared the way. If in this book anything has been added to their services that may help the world to distinguish these two dramatists not only hand from hand but mind from mind, and to see Beaumont plain, as I see him in the long gallery of his contemporaries, I shall be happier still; but most amply rewarded if, for the future, it may be fittingly recognized not only that Beaumont was the twin of heavenlier birth—the Pollux, but why he was. Then, perhaps, the world of sagacious readers may turn from talking always of Beaumont-and-Fletcher, and protest occasionally and with well-informed reason in the name of Francis Beaumont alone.

FOOTNOTES:

[258] Mr. Paul Elmer More, The Nation, N. Y., Nov. 14, 1912, April 24, 1913, May 1, 1913.

[259] Chapters XXII and XXV, above.

[260] They are well presented by Miss Hatcher in her John Fletcher; and they are again discussed in my forthcoming third volume of Representative English Comedies.

[261] See again Miss Hatcher's work, and G. C. Macaulay, Francis Beaumont, A Critical Study, especially pp. 186-188; and my essay on The Fellows and Followers of Shakespeare (Part Two) in the volume mentioned above.


APPENDIX

GENEALOGICAL TABLES



TABLE A.

PLANTAGENET, COMYN, BEAUMONT, AND VILLIERS.

                                
  The
Earls of Buchan
 
               
  Henry III of England,
b. 1207; d. 1272
  Agnes, heiress de Beaumont in Maine,
m. Louis de Brienne
  Alexander Comyn  
                   
  Henry,
Earl of Lancaster
  Henry, 1 Baron de Beaumont,
fl. 1309; d. 1341
== Alice Comyn  
             
  Alianor == John, 2 Baron de Beaumont, d. 1343  
       
  Henry, 3 Baron de Beaumont, fl. 1363; d. 1370  
         
Thomas, Ld. Bardolph   John, 4 Baron de Beaumont, fl. 1384; d. 1397  
           
                 
Joan, m. Sir Wm. Philip   Henry, 5 Baron de Beaumont, d. 1422   Sir Thomas Beaumont,
m. (1427) Philippa Maureward of Coleorton
 
                 
                         
Elizabeth == John, 6 Baron, and 1 Viscount Beaumont, d. 1460   John Beaumont, d. 1460   Sir John Villiers, d. 1506   Son (Henry Beaumont, d. Towton, 1461?)  
                                 
                                 
                                 
William, 2 Visc. and Lord Bardolph, d. 1511, s. p.   Joan, m. John, Lord Lovel   Richard B., d. 1539   George B. William Villiers, d. 1558.   Son (John, fl. 1485?)  
                             
                               
  Francis, Viscount Lovel, d. 1487 Joan, m. Sir Bryan Stapleton Nicholas Beaumont   William   John Beaumont of Grace-Dieu, fl. 1529-1554; m. Elizabeth Hastings  
                         
                         
  Present Barons de Beaumont Sir Henry, d. 1607 Sir Thomas, of Stoughton, d. 1614 Anthony, of Glenfield   Francis, d. 1598  
                             
                               
  Sir Thomas, 1622, 1 Viscount Beaumont, of Swords Present Baronets of Coleorton Hall Maria m. Sir Geo. Villiers Henry John Francis Beaumont
1584-1616
Elizabeth
       
  George, Duke of Buckingham
1592-1628
 

TABLE B

NEVIL, HASTINGS, BEAUMONT, TALBOT

                                         
  Richard Nevil, Earl of Salisbury  
             
                       
  Richard, Earl of Warwick   Catherine Nevil ==   Sir William, 1 Baron Hastings, executed 1483  
             
                 
Isabel,
m. Geo. Duke of Clarence,
bro. of Edw. IV
  Anne, m. Richard III    
           
                           
Margaret,
Countess of Salisbury,
m. Richard de la Pole
  Edward, 2 Baron Hastings
d. 1507
  Sir William Hastings,
fl. 1490
  Anne m.
Geo. Talbot, 4 Earl of Shrewsbury
 
                                 
                             
Henry de la Pole   George, 1 Earl of Huntingdon,
c. 1488-1544, m. Anne,
dau. of Henry Stafford,
2 Duke of Buckingham
  Anne, m.
Thos. Stanley,
2 Earl Derby
  Elizabeth Hastings,
m. c. 1540
  Francis, 5 Earl of Shrewsbury  
            John Beaumont,
of Grace-Dieu,
       
Katherine Pole == Francis, 2 Earl of Huntingdon
1514-1560
  (Master of the Rolls,
1551, d. 1554)
  George, 6 Earl of Shrewsbury,
d. 1590
 
                         
                                       
Henry, 3 Earl of Huntingdon
1539-1595
George, 4 Earl,
d. 1604
Walter, m. Joyce Roper
(aunt of Mrs. Elizab. Vaux)
Lady Mary Hastings   Francis,
c. 1541-1598,
the Justice,
m. Anne Pierrepoint
  Henry, d. s. p.   Elizabeth,
m. William,
S Ld. Vaux of Harrowden
  Gilbert, 7 Earl of Shrewsbury,
m. Mary Cavendish,
sister-in-law of
Anne Pierrepoint Beaumont
 
                                                   
                                                   
  Francis Hastings,
d. 1595
Sir Henry Hastings,
m. Elizab. dau. of Thos.,
1 Visc. Beaumont of Swords
    Sir Henry,
d. 1605
Sir John,
1583-1627
  Henry Vaux,
d. c. 1590
Eleanor Brookesby
(alias Mrs. Jennings)
Anne Vaux
(alias Mrs. Perkins)
fl. 1605
George, John, Mary, Althea
                           
                           
Henry, 5 Earl,
1586-1643, m. Elizab. dau. of Ferdinando Stanley,
Earl of Derby
Catherine,
m. Philip Stanhope, Earl of Chesterfield
Edward,
Captain under Sir Walter Raleigh,
1617
  Sir John,
d. 1644
Francis
(a Jesuit)
Sir Thomas  

TABLE C.

BEAUMONT. PIERREPOINT. CAVENDISH, TALBOT.

                                   
        Sir William Cavendish, m. 1541, Elizabeth Hardwick  
  Sir George Pierrepoint,
d. 1564
      (afterwards wife of George Talbot, 6 Earl of Shrewsbury)  
                     
                                   
  Anne Pierrepoint,
b. c. 1550; widow of Thos. Thorold of Marston; m. (2) Francis Beaumont, the Justice,
d. 1598
  Sir Henry Pierrepoint,
1546-1615
==   Frances Cavendish Elizabeth, m. Charles Stuart, Earl of Lenox, bro. of Henry Darnley Henry, m. Grace Talbot, dau. of Geo. 6 Earl of Shrewsbury William, 1 Earl of Devonshire,
in 1611
Charles, of Welbeck,
d. 1617
Mary, m. Gilbert Talbot 7 Earl of Shrewsbury
(d. 1616)
                                   
                                       
Henry
b. 1581
John
b. 1583
Francis
b. 1584
Elizabeth
b. 1588
Robert Pierrepoint,
1584-1643, 1 Earl of Kingston, m. Gertrude, g-dau. of Geo. Talbot, 6 Earl of Shrewsbury
  Lady Arabella Stuart, cousin of James I.   William,
1588-1679,
2 Earl of Devonshire; m. Christiana Bruce of Kinloss; Ancestor of the present Dukes of Devonshire
Sir Wm. Cavendish, 1592-1676. In 1665, 1 Duke of Newcastle    
                     
                     
  Henry Pierepoint,
1606-1680
2 Earl of Kingston, 1 Marq. Dorchester
  William Pierrepoint
1607-1678
  Mary,
m. Wm. Herbert, 3 Earl of Pembroke
Althea, m. Thos. Howard, 2 Earl of Arundel
             
  Robert, 3 Earl of Kingston; m. Elizab., dau. of Sir John Evelyn   Present Dks of Norfolk
         
             
  William, 4 Earl of Kingston   Evelyn, 5 Earl of Kingston, 1690
Marq. Dorchester; Duke of Kingston, 1715
 
           
             
  Mary (Lady Mary Wortley Montagu) 1689-1762   William, Viscount Newark  
               
  Frances, m. Philip Meadows  
       
  Charles, 1 Earl Manvers, of Holme-Pierrepoint

TABLE D

BEAUMONT, VAUX, TRESHAM, CATESBY

                                            
  Nicholas,
1 Lord Vaux of Harrowden (1524)
  Sir Thomas Tresham,
Grand Prior, Order of St. John,
d. 1559
  Anthony Catesby  
                           
  John Beaumont, Grace-Dieu,
m. Elizabeth Hastings
  Thomas, the poet,
2 Lord Vaux, b. 1511
  John Tresham   == Eleanor   Sir Robert
Throckmorton
 
                                         
                                         
  Francis Beaumont,
d. 1598
  Elizabeth Beaumont ==   William,
3 Lord Vaux

d. 1595
== Mary Tresham Sir Thomas Tresham
d. 1605
== dau.   dau. m. Sir Wm. Catesby
                                           
                                                       
  John,
1583-1627
Francis,
1584-1616
  Henry Eleanor,
m. Edward Brookesby;
fl. 1605
Anne Vaux
(alias Mrs. Perkins),
fl. 1605
    Ambrose John, 1 Ld. Teynham   Frances Tresham,
the conspirator,
d. 1605
Elizabeth
m. Ld. Monteagle, bro. of Mrs. Abington
Frances,
m. Ld. Stourton
  Robert Catesby,
the conspirator,
d. 1605
               
               
  George Vaux,
d. 1594, m. Elizabeth Roper
the Mrs. (Elizabeth) Vaux of the Gunpowder Plot.
Joyce,
m. Walter Hastings
 
                     
                     
  Edward,
4 Ld. Vaux
c. 1591-1661
Katherine,
m. Henry Nevill, 1 Ld. Abergavenny
Mary,
ancestress of the present Lord Vaux
  Sir Henry Hastings, m. Elizabeth Beaumont of Coleorton  

TABLE E

FLETCHER, BAKER, SACKVILLE

                                
  Richard Fletcher,
Vicar of Cranbrooke,
fl. 1555-1574
  John Giffard,
of Weston-under-Edge
  Sir John Baker,
of Sissinghurst,
c. 1490-1558
 
                                 
                                 
  Dr. Giles,
the diplomat;
c. 1549-1611
  Richard,
Bp. of London, m.
d. 1596; m. (1)
Elizabeth Holland
== (2) Maria,
widow of ==
Sir Richard Baker,
d. 1594
  Cicely,
m. Richard Sackville,
Ld. Buckhurst,
1 Earl of Dorset;
(1536-1608)
  Mary, m. John Tufton, of Hothfield, who d. 1567  
                                   
                                   
Phineas,
1582-1650
Giles,
c. 1588-1623
John Fletcher,
the dramatist,
1579-1625
no children     Robert Sackville,
2 Earl of Dorset,
d. 1609
  Sir John Tufton, Bart.,
d. 1624
 
                                 
                               
  Grisogone
m. c. 1595,
Sir Henry
Lennard
(in 1611, 12 Lord Dacre,
of Chevening
and Knole)
Sir Richard
Baker
Cicely
Blunt
      Anne Tufton,
m. Francis Tresham,
who d. 1605
  Nicholas,
1 Earl of Thanet,
in 1629
 
                           
               
  Richard,
3 Earl of Dorset,
c. 1599-1624
  Edward,
4 Earl of Dorset,
d. 1652
   


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