[This page
consists of a lot of disparate glimpses of memories which are still too unorganized so
please don't read this with harsh intent until I can edit it.]
Table
of contents-just click to go to that part of this page.
The
first name I adopted was at the age of four and it was Stallion.
Everyone had to call me by that name.
I
was born Ursula (Halsall) Stanley daughter
of the Earl of Derby. I officially died once
in 1591 and I also officially died a
second time in 1636.
When
it got too hot for me because of assassins I died as Ursula Stanley
(the first time in 1591).
Both of those deaths are very well
documented as is my position in the royal line of succession
here.
Throughout
my life I also used a more 'maidenish name' Dorothy
Halsall based on my mothers name and it is even found in ciphers
in much of my work including my plays and poetry.
I used another
name when I wrote the plays but I don't recall what it was.
Then
as Ursula Stanley I became Ursula Salusbury
by marriage to John Salusbury but he was really Robert Cecil.
I
used the name Anne Vavasor when I started
working for the queen but then it changed.
That was perhaps when
I adopted the name Mary Rogers, AKA the
Persian Lady and the spy mistress of England.
At the time I was married to the 17th Earl of Oxford and I had so
much fun writing absurd fiction about my husband that it often
became part of the plays as well as Englands history.
Strangely
this allegory of my life that I wrote in to the official record
of Elizabeth's Royal court when I was her personal secretary (proven
beyond a doubt on the 'cartoon' page)
explains my relationship with the great men of England at the time,
including Sir Francis Drake.
Again I changed my name in order to
evade assassasins.
Robert Cecil, 1st Earl of
Salisbury, and I were married and I used at least two aliases each.
One
was Elizabeth Brooke. Another was Anne Pope.
Again I got stalked and shot at, so Anne Pope
'died' (so did Robert Cecil's wife). Then I became Elizabeth
Pope. To confuse assassins even more my daughter Jane then wore
the mantle of Lady Anne Pope. That's
was O.K. because Robert's father had long ago adopted me as his
fake daughter Anne Cecil when I needed a fake
father so that I could marry the Earl of Oxford.
Then she 'died' about the same time as many of my aliases did in
1588.
I also used the name Anne Vaux
when working as an undercover agent on assignments such as a
government agent within the Gunpowder Plot'
and before that I even acted as her father William
Vaux.
Anne
Vavasor out lived all my other lives since she retired and never
officially died. My soul seems to have hung on forever (at least
until now).
one
page sideshows about:
My
family
The Earl of Oxford
Sir
Henry Lee
The Persian Lady
I
was Ursula
Stanley the daughter of Henry
Stanley the 4th
Earl of Derby.
My grandmother on my mothers side was
the daughter of the dowager Queen of France and the oldest daughter
of Henry VII of England. I once asked my mother at dinner what it meant.
She said that 'wherever we were living, if war broke out between
France and England both sides would race to get to us first
just to imprison and hold us for ransom. However, neither side
would pay a copper to free us so there we
would rot. Now eat your dinner.'
From then on I aspired not to power. However, I and later my children, had almost
as strong a claim to the throne of England as King James I did.
According
to the will of Henry VIII, Ferdinando (my brother) was second-in-line
heir to Elizabeth I following after his mother. But he predeceased
his mother by two years and the queen by nine years. Wikipedia
I
was right after my brother Ferdinando in the order of being heir to
the throne of England. However, that was only according to the wishes
of Henry VIII. That meant that thousands of other men would have
challenged it. One did by killing my brother Ferdinando in 1594. I would have
been on that same short list unless my identity was kept a secret,
which it was.
It became completely essential to hide my real identity from others.
Every alias who I became was invented or borrowed.
How did they make me disappear from that insane contest. It was done by simply changing my birthdate to reflect that I was born after my parents separated and my father was with Jane Halsall. Google Ursula Stanley and look through the records. You will see that there are two official birthdates listed for Ursula Stanley. You will perhaps notice that there are also two official dates of my death. This is because I kept changing my name and killing off previous versions of my self.
To
learn more about my family and my position in the royal line of succession please go to my
one page sideshow here.
The
most fun I had was as Anne
Vavasor when I
got to be one of Queen Eizabeth five Lady's of the bedchamber.
(See
how I became one in my QE section). and read about the fun I had in my official capacity as the Queen's personal secretary.
I
was at the same time the queen's protector (I could fire16 arrows a
minute and was an expert with the sword), one of her many psychic
advisers, her personal scribe and the bard. Later, as I said earlier, I
added to this menagerie of jobs when I became her spy mistress and
acting Secretary of State.
I
was so protective of my freedom that I almost did not accept the
position even though it was the highest position a women could ever
hope for in England without being either born or married into
it. I almost turned it down because I would lose some of my freedom.
To make it totally understood what my feelings were I adopted the
name of Vavasour (Vavasor) which means vassal or a servant of an
aristocrat. The middle english dictionaries
and encyclopedias
all define 'Vavasour as a 'the servant of a Baron'. However it wasn't
just limited to Barons but included royalty as well.
That is exactly
what I had become as a Lady of the Bedchamber to Queen Elizabeth - a
servant.
Another thing about Anne Vavasor is that I
never officially died, which I like a lot. It's also very Buddhist.
You can read
an account of my first day
here in my Queen
Elizabeth section.
You
can find me in many paintings from the 16th & 17th century. Since
I was a bit of a ham I put myself in lots of paintings. Such as in
the background of this painting of Queen
Elizabeth
in
a red dress and talking of course. Of course I am in my own sketch
of the queen.
Just look for that nose.
My face became gaunt whenever I
got stressed out and lost a few pounds but it's still easy to
recognize me. I'm the one with the prominent pointed nose, prominent
widows peak (when not hidden by hair combed over it), recessed hair
line above my ears, small mouth and fairly small hazel eyes.
Note: I had assumed that I had actually married Edward DeVere, The Earl of Oxford, but, that may have been wishfull thinking. My affair with him as Anne Vavasour (see below) may have been nothing more than what it seems, a tawdry and shameless love affair. I guess it was officially a common law marriage which was fully respected at the time. For awhile I recall that I was a ward of or sponsored by William Cecil. It may have also been wishfull thinking that I was his real daughter who was named Anne. I do not recall Anne Cecil but to pretend that she did not exist at all may have been a normal woman's reaction to a lovers wife. If you are a woman and are having an affair with a married man do you pretend that he doesn't have a wife? I do know that the parts concerning Anne Vavasour (see above) were about me. Please don't dismiss everything that I say because of my faulty 400 year old memory or a rich fantasy in that lifetime (self deception). [I recall now that I did marry Edward after all and then later divorced him. If I am not mistaken it was quite a torrid and short lived affair.] |
I
had too many men after me and I lived a life of high drama in the
exact same nature as in my plays. Does
the following excerpt from a PBS special sound like my life as the
ultimate Elizabethan drama queen that I professed to have been and
is in evidence on all the other pages of this web site? By the
way, I (Anne Vavasour, the queen's personal
secretary) wrote the account in the court record you are about to read.
The
case, however, turned slightly farcical as well as tragic. Apparently
Oxford was somehow later convinced he had slept with his wife, when
drunk, under the false impression that she was another woman. The
situation was arranged by Burghley, so the story goes, to produce a
child and help heal the foundering marriage. This is reminiscent of
the plot device that brings Bertram to bed with his wife, Helena, in
All's Well
that Ends Well.
In real life, however, it was many years before Anne and Oxford were
reconciled.
Estranged
from his wife, [the Earl of] Oxford took up with another Anne, this
one Anne Vavasor, a woman who managed to have three husbands, two of
them at once. When she had a son by Oxford, the outraged Queen had
the lovers clapped in the Tower of London; whether because of the
scandal or out of jealousy nobody could be sure. After his release,
Oxford was severely wounded in a sword fight with one of Anne
Vavasor's relatives in a London street. There were other set-tos
between family retainers, a kind of serialized English version of the
Capulets and Montagues. PBS
I'll
share with you the truth. I was using the alias Anne Cecil (yes, I
later married my non-brother Robert Cecil) in my private life when I
was the Earl of Oxford's wife. We had a saying
that went something like this: 'a man never marries his wife, he
marries the person he thinks she is'. So I extended it to the
obvious, 'a man never sleeps with his wife but the woman he thinks
she is' or 'that he wants her to be'. The conflict between the woman
he thinks his wife is and the person she really is cause's about one
fourth of all impotency among men (and women too). The fantasy
creates a conflict which can block trust and hence the proper
response. When the Earl got drunk he thought he was the worlds
greatest lover but he was almost always a failure in bed. All
that was combined to became this one line 'Apparently
Oxford was somehow later convinced he had slept with his wife, when
drunk, under the false impression that she was another woman.'
It took a long time for
Oxford to accept me for who I really was rather than the person he
wanted me to be hence that became it
was many years before Anne and Oxford were reconciled.
I
thought it was too good to just leave in the court records so I put
it in All's Well
that Ends Well.
I'll have to locate it. The rest of his moral downfall was to help
him catch spies but that I will go into below the box.
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I expanded the royal court records to explain better about the Earl of Oxford and our break up using allegory. The real drama was with me in the middle and the Earl of Oxford and several others including Robert Cecil vying for me. In 1591 Richard Warburton was involved in a dispute with the copyholders of the manor of Over Whitley (Whitley Superior), a duchy of Lancaster manor in Cheshire, recently granted to him by the Queen. Robert Cecil was probably his patron at this time, and he certainly was in 1595, when, in Sep, Warburton wrote from Plymouth excusing his sudden return from a voyage, the purpose of which is not known. It is likely that it was Cecil who brought Warburton in for Bridport in 1601. Thomas Howard, 3rd Viscount Bindon, received nominations at several Dorset boroughs for this Parliament, offering them to Cecil. Warburton was named to one committee, concerned with the order of business, 3 Nov 1601. In 1602 Cecil secured Warburton a command at Brill under Sir Francis De Vere, who in 1605 urged Salisbury to allow him to return quickly to the Low Countries. The remainder of Warburton's career lies outside this biography. His widow was granted administration of his estate on 27 Jan 1610, and the new election return was dated 1 Feb 1610. The heir was his only child Cecil, so named after the godfather. HereBetter if I explain it as much as I can recall...for now. Richard Warburton was actually a play on words for the 'Richer Warrior' who was Sir Francis Drake who lived in 'Plymouth' and who went on secret voyages to plunder the Spanish main and so was always 'suddenly returning from a voyage' and since they were done in secret we never knew where or what he did so it was always said ' the purpose of which is not known'. Drake was married but he was ready to dump his new wife of about two years for me! Queen Elizabeth (nor I) approved of it since she had set him up in marriage to Elizabeth Sydenham who was written above as ' a duchy of Lancaster manor in Cheshire, recently granted to him by the Queen.' but you could never tell Drake anything when it involved his heart. (Note: Elizabeth Sydenham was not her real name. It was an alias since the Spanish were trying to kill anyone who was related to Drake.)The Earl of Oxford and I were separated. By then it had become obvious that the Oxford only wanted me for sex, my 'Low Countries'. He even tried to pressure me and then he threatened my protector John Salusbury (Salisbury) over it and John almost killed him. On the other hand Robert Cecil was willing to actually promote Sir Frances Drake, his major rival for my affections, for the good of the country. That impressed me to no end. Robert Cecil's willingness to make his self interests second place for the good of the country is one of the main things that won my heart and eventually I married him. |
The
statement about me being 'a
woman who managed to have three husbands, two of them at once.
All three husbands were in fact the same man but two of his names
were aliases. Queen Elizabeth could never have had a lady in waiting
who was breaking any law openly, especially a moral one such as
marriage. The Catholics insisted that protestant marriages were not
legal anyway. The Catholic Church would have used a bigamist in Queen
Elizabeth's court to threaten and likely declare war.
By the
way there was never any child. Adding a child made the story much more
interesting I thought. That is why there was only this one reference
to a child. He was never heard of again. He
completely disappeared from history as if he had never existed.
All told in that life I had eight children, two of which died very young.
And
On
16 December 1580 Oxford informed on three of his former dining
companions, who in turn accused Oxford of murder, pederasty,
necromancy, athiesm, lying, drunkenness, and sedition. On 21 March
1581 Anne Vavasor, one of the queen's maids of honor, gave birth to
an illegitimate son and was thrown into the Tower. Oxford, the
child's father, took French leave, but was captured and placed under
arrest before 29 April. Here
The
three former dinner companions were 'me', 'myself' and 'I'. Since it
was his fault that I had to fake my death and change my identity as
Oxford's wife Anne Cecil (you
will read about that on the 'sideshow' page in one minute) so he was
guilty of murder
and while I was at it I lowered my official age and that meant
when we first got married I was only 12 years old so he was guilty of
pederasty.
Since I was officially dead when we made love he was guilty of
necromancy.
The atheism
was when he was a young child, the lying
was when he was 'lying' down to sleep after he got so drunk
he was impotent.
And here:
The
birth of this child led to a long-running feud with Sir
Thomas Knyvett, uncle of Anne Vavasour, which resulted in the
deaths of three followers of De Vere and Knyvett
as well as injury to both men.
That
who thing with the Earl of Oxford went on endlessly and you can read
a lot more about it in
my one page sideshow here
if you wish.
This
is supposedly what happened when my alter ego Anne Vavasour left
the queens court thoroughly disgraced:
...after
a succession of illicit love affairs, had married a sea captain named
John Finche, but left him about 1589 for the redoubtable Queen's
Champion,
Sir Henry Lee, then nearly sixty years old and on the point of
retiring. HERE
It's
not true. I was still in the queens employ 20 years later as many
paintings show and then I became another person 15 years after
that in this photo. I remained one until
her death of a brain hemorrhage.
However this invented
relationship had a humorous outcome which becomes an excellent
sub-plot you can read in my
one page sideshow here.
Then I
married Robert
Cecil. Among other things he was the spy master so I became
the spy mistress of England (I wasn't about to allow him to have all the fun). I was put in charge of all spying inside
of England except for the ports facing France (why not I don't
remember yet) and some of northern area of England. Robert was
in charge of all of England's overseas spying. So in effect the head
of MI5 and MI6 got married. I ran most of the government for a short
while after Queen Elizabeth died on March 24, 1603 although the
history books say that my husband Robert Cecil did. At first nobody
wanted to take orders from anyone but another worman so I took charge
of England until we could get James to come from Scotland and take
over as king. He arrived about a month later and did not believe that
I was running the government. (He had always thought that I pretty
much a court jester/courtesan and a no-brained bit of fluff that Queen
Elizabeth had kept around for entertainment, to spice up the court
and to make funny drawings.) Then he was
appauled when he arrived and found out I was successfully running England. He asked me a few
very pertinant questions, thought about it for a few seconds, was
suddenly satisfied and promptly took off to go hunting!
Consequently James was not coronated for over four months after
Queen Elizabeth died (on July 25, 1603).
When I married Robert my
name was Elizabeth Brooke.
Robert
Cecil, 1st Earl of Salisbury (b 01.06.1563, d 24.05.1612)
m.
(31.08.1589) Elizabeth Brooke (d 24.01.1596-7, dau of William Brooke,
10th Lord Cobham)
Notice
how uncertain the date of my 'death' was? That was because it
was faked. Also, there are no paintings of Elizabeth Brooke and her bio is virtually
non existant. As the wife of the most important man in England
(during the reign of Elizabeth) these things would have existed.
That
would be akin to the birthday and bio of the wife
of the President
of the United States not being known and there not being one photograph
or painting of the First Lady in existence. Another thing that never would have happened
at
that time was for a widower with three children to remain unmarried
(for 15 years until his death) after his wife died. It was considered
a virtual obligation to the children to give them a mother.As far as court records are concerned:
The
ancient English monarchs always had in attendance a learned
ecclesiastic, known at first as their clerk, and afterwards as
"Secretary", who conducted the royal correspondence; but it
was not until the end of the reign of Queen Elizabeth I
(reigned 1558–1603)
that these functionaries gained the title "Secretaries of
State". Wikipedia
And
you can probably read between the lines of my husbands bio and tell
that I was doing at least some of the work for which he has been credited
including:
After
the death of Queen
Elizabeth's
secretary of state, Francis
Walsingham,
in 1590, Cecil
gradually took over the work of secretary of state, although he was
not formally appointed to the office until Jul 1596.Here
During
this period Francis was a minor secretary, I was the main one. In
case you doubt that I was the Principle Secretary go briefly to this
page and tell me who had the biggest (most important)
pen in England during that time period. A pen was the symbol of the
position of the principal secretary at the time. Robert and I shared
the job of 'Lord High Treasurer of England' (though previously his father
William
Cecil and then a Thomas
Sackville took the credit). During this time Robert and I shared
the responsibilites although Robert generally took all the
credit.
Later after Queen Elizabeth died and King James
finally took over I no longer had a reason to be involved in the
government. The court went 'very male' and they didn't like taking
orders from a woman so Robert took over almost all the
responsibilities for running the government.
Nobody ever
suspected us since Robert
Cecil was considered about the most unattractive man in all of
England and I the most attractive woman. Not only did our marriage
astound people but nobody believed that I was faithful and fully
devoted to my husbands when I was married. Except I was.
Was
I the mother of Robert
Cecil's children Frances,
Catherine
and William? Just
look at William Cecil's prominent nose (right) and you tell me who he got it
from? (Or see the large size full painting
which is a Marcus
Gheeraerts) Then there is that life long receding hair line over the
ears and then there is that pointed chin and tiny eyes. My widows
peak? It's there, he just shaved it regularly.
There is
almost nothing known about Robert's daughters including their birth
date in spite of the fact that he was perhaps the most famous and the
most important person in England at the time. Since they
were also descendants of King Henry VII of
England and the Queen of France through me I
wanted to give them a real life without the threat of assassination
just as I had such freedom. I think they also had several
other links to royalty by blood through Roberts side of the family
which made living even more dangerous for them. The closer you
were to sitting on the throne the more likely you were to die one way
or another (usually through poison or by faked accident) at a young
age.
I'm certain that statistics would readily
confirm this statement.
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As Ursula Stanley I was also pretending to be married to John Salusbury who was another name for John Harrington. Salusbury's mother was listed as Catherine Tudor who was also of descent from King Henry VII except that he was royalty through both parents. (In fact that means that he should have been king.) |
More about
John Salusbury.
During the time that I was married to The
Earl of Oxford and before then I had another alias. Officially under
my birth name of Ursula Stanley my husband was John
Salusbury. John Salusbury has everyone confused and is a mystery
person that people try to answer on this
web page.
Let me solve the mystery now. John Salusbury
was my 'pretend' husband when I was a chamberlady to the queen. They
give you a bodyguard as part of the deal. John was a guard or a
warder who I knew from early childhood when I lived next to the Tower
and he was stationed there. He had been a good friend of mine for at
least twenty years. Some of the queen's men were previously
stationed at the tower, not just warders as there are now. Or he may have
changed jobs.
By
the time I had grown up he did not have to take the job as he had
'graduated' to second in charge and was also in charge of maintaining
3 of the Queens large estates. He took on the job of keeping me out
of trouble just as a patriot.
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The main way we invented titled
people (using John Salusbury as an example): |
When we
first started playing pretend house together, for about a year, John had
a different surname. He was
also known under that surname for work and it is probably in the
tower records. Of the guards he had the second most distinguished
position at the tower. His orginal name may have been John
Harrington who was also said to be royalty. Then the name John
Harrington may have then been used by my 'new' husband Robert Cecil.
Actually John used a different name before Harrington but I
can't remember what it was.
It also states in his bio that
John Salusbury was an esquire of the body guard to Queen Elizabeth
which was true but falls far short of all the responsibilities he
avidly took on voluntarily. He essentially performed almost all
of the day to day chores that a king normally performed.
He
had access to everywhere in the queen's residences. If he wanted to
go into a room and close the door behind himself, such as the queens
bedchamber or where secrets were kept, then that was his right. He
could write draft to pay out up to 1,000 pounds sterling for things
such as ships or to pay for furs which was a monopoly of the queens.
He was that trusted of an individual. I don't know if any
other man ever held that position. It
was what the king normally did so after her reign there was no need
for another person like him. It was complex work and needed
absolute honesty.
The truth was that he was the man that
Queen Elizabeth trusted the most.
It's stated that John was
born in 1561 and died in 1613 and served two terms in Parliament in
1597 & 1601. I'm not certain about that part but since he was in
charge of those properties he knew the issues in the area and he
might have been. When I remember I'll update this.
Since I was
related to King Henry VII we made the records show that John was also
related to him except on both his father and his mother's
side.
Catherine
Tudor was daughter and heiress of Tudor ap Vychan of Berain. She was
beautiful, rich, and of a royal race; the ward, companion, friend and
relative of Queen Elizabeth. “Catherine Tudor, being
great-grand-daughter of Henry VII, in female descent; and also
descended from Sir Owen Tudor on her father's side.”
Here
He
was made to be a decendant of Henry VII on both sides so any
assassins would want to kill him before me. However we had the
records set up so that any assassin would look into it first and run
right into our previously alerted clerk at the records office who
would have him picked up and deported or else tried.
I
often became John when I needed to dress and pretend to be 'a man'.
Often publishers would never talk with a woman since very few were
educated.
Sir
John was admitted a student of the Middle Temple in London in March
1595, Here
I
even enrolled in Middle Temple to learn law as him. Then I went back
to being his wife when I had to attend classes and take notes
for him when he supposedly got kicked by a horse which broke his hip and
could not attend classes for three years.
If you think this is
confusing to you, then it is easy to imagine what it did to assassins
and spies.
Here
is a connection between me as Ursula Stanley and my poetry
which is usually attributed to Shakespeare including the famous, 'The
Phoenix and the Turtle'.
It's from the book Love’s Martyr which I wrote and dedicated
to my husband John Salisbury (Robert Cecil). The poem was about us
and I guess you can figure out which of us was the turtle and which
kept rising from the ashes like a phoenix.
It
was said to have been written or edited by a
person that never existed named Robert Chester (that name was a
play on words or maybe a cypher but I forgot the details).
Salusbury
was closely connected to William Stanley by marriage. Stanley grew up
with Salusbury's wife and her sister and mother, literally in the
same house. Salusbury's wife was Ursula Stanley, and in a surviving
letter of William Stanley's, he addresses them as his "lovinge
brother" and "good sister". She was the daughter of
Joan Halsall, and fathered by William's father, Henry. Henry openly
acknowledged his extra-marital relationship with, and children by,
Joan Halsall. Derby and his wife visited Salusbury in 1597, at his
home in Lleweni, where they were "very royally entertained".
[2]
This is
embarrassing since I also used my mothers name sometimes. Of course I
had to invent a first name to go with it so I was also known as
Dorthy Halsall as it kind of explains here:
but they think I am a different daughter of Henry Stanley.
the
name that most frequently appears in the acrostics is that of Dorothy
Halsall. Brown writes:
in the lyrics addressed to [Dorothy Halsall] a warmth of passion appears which suggests that Sir John found her a thoroughly fascinating person. Dorothy was the natural daughter of Henry Stanley, fourth earl of Derby, by Joan Halsall of Knowsley [Stanley's home], and was accordingly a sister-in-law of Sir John Salusbury.
Dorothy
Halsall was another daughter by Joan Halsall and Henry Stanley, who
also lived at the Derby estate of Knowsley (she kept the Halsall name
while her sister Ursula adopted her father's). [4]
I
did have a sister but her name was not Dorothy. Dorothy Stanley was
also me. You can prove it yourself since there is not a Dorthy
Stanley listed as a daughter in my father
bio.
This next person got pretty close to the
truth:
Gwyn
Williams, "Shakespeare's Phoenix," National
Library of Wales Journal 22.3
(Summer 1982): 277-81, identifies the turtledove as Sir John
Salusbury and his phoenix as Dorothy Halsall, his sister-in-law, on
the basis of acrostic poems in MS
Christ Church 184
. Here
They
just read the account and assumed Dorthy was my sister and not me.
This is what started my using other names besides Ursula Stanley. Not
quite.
First I called myself Stallion when I was four and
everyone else had to call me that until I found out what a stallion
was and that there was a difference between them and mares. Then my
name became horse for a long time.
By
the way I wrote the above poem and guess who signed their poetry
by encrypting their name in the poems?
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Where my name (Dorthy Halsall) can be found in my work is in cryptography here:William F. Friedman in his Shakespearean Ciphers Examined discusses an acrostic similar to what John Davies had performed [1]: We have already remarked that acrostics were popular in Elizabethan literature; it should also be stressed that spelling in those days was erratic. Sir John Salusbury, 1566-1612 who was as devoted to acrostics as he was to a lady called Dorothy Halsall, enfolded her name in poem after poem [citing Bryn Mawr College Monographs, vol. XIV, 1913]. One of them runs [with critical letters shown as underlined]: |
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Tormented heart in thrall,
Yea thrall to love, |
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I'll try to recall which plays I put my name in using ciphers. |
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Here
is the proof that I changed my identity. This account says that
Ursula Stanley died in 1591
but this one says her death was in 1636. The
second date of 1636 is when I actually died and that date comes from
this:
The record of administration of her (Ursula Stanley) estate, as of the town of Denbigh, is dated 9th May 1636. They had four sons and three daughters. Henry, the eldest and only surviving son, was created a baronet, as of Lleweni, 10th November 1619, and died 2nd August 1632. His only surviving son was Sir Thomas Salusbury, author of “Joseph," a poem (1636)—who died in 1643 [n3The Bibliographers overlook that Sir John Salisbury has a longish poem prefixed to Eromena, 1632, folio.. Here
When I died the second time (and not like the first time) it was no longer necessary to keep my identity a secret so my real name was made public. The other listing of my death as being in 1591 is from when I had to change my identity because the Spanish wanted to murder me for writing the play The Tempest. It was about the defeat of the Spanish Armada and it was said by most including Sir Francis Drake that the play was so humiliating that it alone is what kept the Spanish from ever coming back (so I guess writing it was worth changing my name for). It was so important that we made certain that I 'died' by killing off 'Ursula' and two other of my aliases.
Other
names I have been known as the Persian Lady and was painted by Marcus
Gheeraerts the Younger.
In
1977, historian Janet Arnold expanded on Yates' work, and concluded
that the sitter was most likely Anne Vavasour, mistress to both
Oxford, and then Sir Henry Lee. However, another painting by
Gheeraerts that was originally Lee's is the famous painting of Anne
Vavasour that we have seen in Oxfordian books. That painting is
considered to be an authentic likeness, so Janet Arnold reasoned that
perhaps the sitter was modeled after Anne's sister, Frances Vavasour.
Here
The
'famous painting of Anne Vavasour' they refer to is the above
one and is now attributed to de Critz, no longer Marcus Gheeraerts
the Younger. Here
(Both of these painting were of me.)
If you like the sonnets
then this Lady
should pretty much connect
the dots and remove the doubts for you. Here
is a really big version of the entire painting. The Persian Lady is a
mystery
to most but to you it's now just going to be an amusing
multimedia presentation of a sonnet.
It was when I was
dressed for a masque. Of
course they are wrong when they state: 'The
painting is unique in its use of Persian costume.'
Here
because I dressed in a Persian costume again, about 20 years later,
down below when I appeared in another
Persian Lady costume for a masque I presented at Hatfield House.
To
learn more about the Persian Lady please go to my
one page sideshow here
Here are two
paintings I had made by the famous painter Marcus Gheeraerts. The
first one is called the Pearly Queen but it's not known that the
Pearly Queen is actually me.
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Since
Robert Cecil was right at the top of England's ruling class and hired
the best painter don't you find that the non representation of his
wife's face anywhere might just indicate that something is amiss?
Well It's not. I just did a good job of hiding my real
identity. I can probably link me (Ursula Stanley) to me (Lady
Cecil) by an intermediate identity.
This is more difficult
than I thought it would be. It's going to be next to impossible.
Every possible location there might be a 'leak' that I can think of
which would connect Ursula Stanley to Robert Cecil I thought of 400
years and closed it up. Since my thinking is very similar to my
thinking in that previous life it's like trying to move faster than
my shadow. It's one of the strangest things I have ever tried to do.
What happened
is that someone ended up with this portriat in the 18th or 19th
century and it had the name 'Lady Pope' written on the back. Since
the artist had become famous with the passage of time the
painting was worth lots of money so the owners probably just
made up a story about the sitter.
I
seem to be more able to shoot holes in my aliases so I'll feed you
some more of those.
This
is Lady
Elizabeth Pope of Wroxton (me)
Why did my husband Robert Cecil and I use the name Pope? We did a lot
of overseas trading and since it was largely a Catholic world us
English Anglicans were at a disadvantage. Our shipments often got
'lost' (actually stolen) and people just refused to deal with us. Using
the name
'Pope' cleared all that up and got us great service. In Asia the name Pope worked differently. Their titles often preceded names when shipping. So you had invoices an shipping directions addressed to Raja of Calcutta and the Emperor of Madras, etc. To steal their property meant a possible war and invasion by that potentate so they treated their shipment with the greatest respect. When they saw the name of Pope on an invoice they thought the shipment belonged to the Pope and since they did not want to risk an invasion by the Holy Roman Empire they treated it with the greatest respect. Once a large shipment of textiles got delivered to the wrong dock and it sat unguarded and unmolested for over three months until the paperwork got straightened out.
Do
you notice anything about this 1615 painting of me which seems
unusual to you? I mean besides the fact that she is the same Mrs.
Pope as above (and that she is a dead ringer for an older Anne
Vavasor)?
Yes, it is highly unusual for a corpse to look
that great for 24 years since Ursula Stanley (my real name) was
supposed to have died twice, once in 1591? Other than that? Come
on, I wore a couple of things in the painting that makes it easy for you to
figure out. Think the Bard, double entendres and the word
'masque'.
This is also an updated version of the above Persian
Lady painting and an older me. In both of them I am dressed as a
Persian Lady (notice the paisley
design in this painting which at that time was very rare and only
came from Persia).
This is an enormous proof.
Also read the
text for this picture as written by the Tate:
She
may be wearing a costume that relates to a masque – a court
entertainment participated in by aristocrats. Her draped black cloak,
or mantle, embroidered (like her hat) with pearls in a pattern of
ostrich feathers, has classical
precedents. The
Tate
The
clothing was a double entendre. Though dressed as an actor for one of
the King's
masque performance the other meaning of the word masque is a
device that is worn for hiding your identity from others. I had this
painting made in part to hide my identity. It was disinformation'
claiming that I was someone else.
I'm am also partially nude
and this was not usually done to matronly aristocrats in English
paintings of the time. I'll tell why I was partly nude. I was
very famous for my breasts. (In my first husband's trading company I
was known as two ton Anne.) My large breasts had migrated south
in 35 years of breast feeding my own and wet nursing other's children
but they were not nearly to the equator as they appear to be in this
painting. The five extra inches of sag was added to hide my identity.
I was pretending to be my own younger sister, and for awhile
also my own niece but my breasts never slipped to that latitude.
This proved to any spy that I could not possibly be the same
woman as the one in this painting. Proof positive they were about to
assassinate the wrong person.
I think this painting was
hung either in our London shipping office or else our house in
London.
To partially repeat myself: 'What happened is that someone
ended up with this portriat in the 18th or 19th century and it had
the name 'Lady Pope' written on the back. Since the artist had become
famous with the passage of time the painting was worth lots of
money so the owners probably just made up a story about the
sitter.'
This
was done when the plays made it too hot for me again about 1615. So I
became Lady Elizabeth Pope and played the part of the sister of Sir
William Pope of Wroxton.
Who took my place as Lady Anne Pope
the wife of Sir William Pope when I supposedly died?
To
confuse spies and assassins...
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daughter became me complete with pearls which I was often covered
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There are many tie ins
between my various aliases. My half brother the 6th
Earl of Derby is thought by many to have been the real
author of the plays. Lady
Anne Pope of Wroxton already had three children Thomas, Henry and
Jane and then it says later she had three more sons. The real me,
Ursula
Stanley, had a son named Thomas but he died.
However Ursula
Stanley had these children: Henry,
John, William, Ferdinand, Arabella, Uriana, Jane. That accounts for
Lady Anne Pope's
Henry and Jane so there is some more confirmation. However here
it says Ursula and John had ten children so there was probably a
Thomas among the other three.
I won't yet enter into the fray
about whether or not Sir
Edward Vere was my son by the Earl of Oxford (when I was Anne
Vavasor). He has often been promoted as being a candidate for having
written the plays of the Bard. However, I should take the time to
point out that same page says that Anne Vavasor had a Thomas as did
the previously mentioned Lady Anne Pope.
For more information
from sources in relationship to my career as Anne Vavasor you
can't miss this fantasy about Thomas
Vavasor.
I was a lot of woman (or women) but I also wrote
the plays.
The historical
records say that my husband Robert Cecil died of scurvy, but good
God how does a person die of scurvy who eats normal food, especially
on the 24 of May. That is when Vitamin C loaded fresh fruit came into
season and was in everyone's diet. Robert Cecil went to check on
workers that did not show up. It only happened about once a year so
there was a real concern when one supervisor did not show up. He had
contracted either smallpox or an African virus.
When Robert
returned several days later the man and his entire family of 7 had
all died. Robert left town so that he would not possibly infect
us.
Such
an advanced case left him with weeping tumours
The
high lethality of that disease as well as the symptoms were very
similar to Ebola.
There were lots of hemorhagic fevers (like Ebola) from Africa. They
combine in African animals to produce new ones so the more animals
there are the more types of fevers there are. The kinds of
hemorhagic fevers is almost square the number large animals in
Africa. When you double the animals then you almost quadruple of
kinds of hemorhagic fevers that pop up. Before the gun went to Africa
there used to about 5 times the number of animals and 20 times the
number of large animals as there are today.
The Hemorhagic
fever outbreaks would occur in England in the spring time since the
infected lice and birds would migrate from Africa. People like Robert
who died in May (and June) often had very strange symptom of unknown
diseases. Those small epidemics almost always ended by July when the
African ticks died out due to the milder weather. However, it could
have been a rare but nearly 100% deadly form of Smallpox. I am not
certain even now what caused his death.
Why
all the name changes so late in my life?
The
problem was that those damn plays kept on getting more and more
popular which I never expected. Other acting troops began to pick
them up and then more and pretty soon most of England had seen my
plays. The history of the later production of those plays are
covered much more completely on my
page about William Shakesper.
As time went by the plays
started to get performed in Europe so more rulers of Europe ( Spain
and France mainly) began to hate the Bard and the more they pressured
England to arrest me and they sent out fairly large hit teams. I think
I had to change my identity to Lady Elizabeth Pope and the old
paintings of me and my oldest son who they wanted to murder too.
Political assassinations seemed to become much more common
place after I was allowed to be hunted by murderers (from other
countries) without them being stopped and without my being protected.
They put them on ships after a whipping and send them back to
Spain or France unrepentant. After Queen Elizabeth died King
James ignored her close friends. He did not understand that his
not doing much about these assassins meant that he gave tacit
approval to political assassinations. Then the Spanish tried to
poison him and he had the audacity then to ask me 'What should I
do'? I told the King of England to: 'Cook your own food'. Queen
Elizabeth would have crushed them all and possibly started a
war over this issue. Before James became king of England those who
read or heard about political assassination's used to become
immediately revulsed and angered. It used to be that when people would read the
last statement they would get angry and you just went right on and
read this sentence as if you accepted political assassination.
That is a very careless attitude and it borders on you accepting
murder.
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely
players."
*In that painting I am
the woman in white. I was being honored quietly as the bard by
being placed in front of the other women and positioned in the same
line (not behind) as Queen Elizabeth. However, do you realize
how much of a dead give away it was that I was the bard?
The artist might as well have put a sign on me saying 'she wrote the
plays'.
Us women remember certain things and I remember
only these words that came from the painters mouth 'I'll paint you
thin' . (Now we would say 'I'll make you look thin'). Since I was
very preggers that made me very happy. Not much makes you feel
happy when you are 7 months pregnant and as large as a four horse
carriage so I remembered this statement for the last 400
years! However, when I saw the painting and saw how ridiculously
skinny he had painted me I thought to myself 'even a dog licks your
boots with more discretion'.
Strange, the things I recall
from that life.
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and he was both fun and interesting. He remained fresh and
saucy until he died.
This
is the 4th Marcus Gheeraerts painting of me and it is one of
the two paintings that I had Marcus simultaneously make in
1596 when I was very pregnant with Jane. 
To
the right is my little son which I found here at 
This was my
very shy daughter Jane (or Frances) who was named after my
stepmother. She began her acting career in 1615 by playing the
part of the young second wife of Sir William Pope who was also
named 
