e your estate is to pay well; and I will
shew you the nature and manner of them; for I have
been here a good while. They both do love music
very well. Wherefore you with your lute, and I to
play with you on my rebeck, will please them
greatly. He loveth to be merry, and to drink wine,
and she also. If you will bestow upon them, every
dinner and supper, a quart of wine and some music,
you shall be their white son, and have all the
favour they can shew you."

The honour of being "white son" to the governor and
governess of Newgate was worth aspiring after.
Underhill duly provided the desired entertainments.
The governor gave him the best room in the prison,
with all other admissible indulgences.

"At last," however, "the evil savours, great
unquietness, with over many drafts of air," threw
the poor gentleman into a burning ague. He shifted
"his lodgings," but to no purpose; the "evil
savours" followed him. The keeper offered him his
own parlour, where he escaped from the noise of the
prison; but it was near the kitchen, and the smell
of the meat was disagreeable. Finally, the wife put
him away in her store-closet, amidst her best
plate, crockery, and clothes, and there he
continued to survive till the middle of September,
when he was released on bail through the
interference of the Earl of Bedford.--Underhill's
Narrative: _Harleian MSS._ 425.]

{p.035} Edward's body was meanwhile examined. The physicians
{p.036} reported that without doubt he had died of poison, and there
was a thought of indicting the Duke of Northumberland for his murder:
but it was relinquished on further inquiry; the poison, if the
physicians were right, must have been administered by negligence or
accident. The corpse was then buried (August 6) with the forms of the
Church of England at Westminster Abbey; the Archbishop of Canterbury,
who had so far been left at liberty, read the service; it was the last
and saddest function