· 26 April 2017 ·
· My failed investment in Canadian mining, referenced in ‘Hamlet’ and ‘The Merchant of Venice’ ·
A few posts ago I was searching for the origin of an old story. Part of that search took place in the Annales, or a Generale Chronicle of England. The Annales is a list of events that John Stow (~1525–1605) compiled from his own notes and earlier sources. It begins in mythic/prehistoric Britain, and ends (in the 1603 edition) with the death of Elizabeth.
That post described what I found in the book, but I didn’t tell the whole story. I left something out because it wasn’t relevant to the subject I was discussing. Even more than that, it was too damned annoying. It still is, but now I’m in the mood to tell you anyway.
When I opened the PDF of the 1603 Annales, I was looking for 1576, at the time I returned to England after my year in Italy. I dragged the scrollbar near to the file’s end, and started reading where I landed. It was close to random.
This was, literally, the first item on that first page. It’s from 1578.Easier to read text:
Frobisher’s third voyage
The 31 of May, Martin Frobisher with 15 sail of good ships, manned, victualled, & other ways well appointed departed from Harwich in Essex, on his 3rd voyage towards Cataya [Cathay – he was searching for a Northwest Passage to China]. And on the 31 of July, after many attempts, & sundry times being put back by Islands of ice in his straits, he recovered his long wished port, & came to anchor in the Islands, newly by her majesty named Meta Incognita, where (as in the year before), they fraught [freighted] their ships with the like pretended Gold ore out of the mines, & then on the last of August returning thence, arrived safely in England about the first of October, but their Gold ore after great charges proved worse than good stone, whereby many men were deceived, to their utter undoings.
I was one of those many men, deceived and undone. A frozen hill was named after me, but it cost me £3000. Three. Thousand. Pounds. If you don’t realise how much money that was in 1578, see one of these links[2017 values] [2020 values] 2020 is the most recent data available. If the Measuring Worth calculator is down (it happens), the Bank of England has an inflation calculator. Not as thorough but better than nothing. for comparable values.
How did I lose my shirt once again on the sea? In 1577 I had invested the small sum of £25 in Frobisher’s second expedition. He returned with 200 tons of what the assayers swore was gold ore, so I was all in for the third voyage the following year. It was a sure thing! I sold three manors to raise the cash.
While that 1578 expedition was far, far away in the North, North-West, those assayers changed their forsworn minds. The ships brought back an additional 1350 tons of ore. The new rocks were no more valuable than the old rocks, they were only more numerous.
I went almost mad with worry over my loss, this financial catastrophe. It was not a good time.
Most of the rubble ended up as road paving in Dartford. It’s probably still there, buried under the macadam. Dig some up and test it. If it turns out to be geologically Canadian, I paid for it.
Two years later I had to watch as Christopher Bloody Hatton —whose heraldic crest and large investment prompted Francis Drake to rename his flagship Pelican as the Golden Hind— cleared £2300 profit when Drake returned after circling the globe. Silver and gold ingots from the southern Americas, every ounce plundered from Spanish ships. Pirated booty mined and smelted by enslaved natives. No rocks.
James Burke aboard the Golden Hind (well, a replica)
Episode 2, Connections, BBC, 1978
Frobisher failed in 1578. I died in 1604. Four centuries passed. In 2015 I came online, and on 13 March 2017 I opened the PDF of the 1603 Annales. My fiscal fiasco, 439 years old, was right there to aggravate me all over again. I can’t make this stuff up.
I didn’t fabricate what I wrote out of whole cloth. Everything had points of origin in reality, experiences that sparked the muse of fire, my voices. The work’s no good otherwise. This kind of fundamental authenticity improves anyone’s creative writing, but it was absolutely essential to mine. Those convinced that Willy Shakspere wrote my words have no way to live with this truth, as it undermines their fragile, complicated system of belief in the man-shaped hole and his nearly invisible, utterly unconnectable biography. What disservice they do to the work.
North, North-West in Hamlet? Frobisher, and my maddening misfortune.
And in The Merchant of Venice, where I named Shylock the moneylender after Frobisher’s shyster of a promoter who took my 3000 ducats,
- • Annales (Annals of England to 1603) [archive.org]
- · by John Stow
- · publisher unknown (title page is missing), presumed 1603
- · pg 1160
- • The New England Historical and Genealogical Register [archive.org]
- · Volume 3 Number 1, January 1849
- · Samuel G Drake, 1849
- · pgs 9-22 (Memoirs of Sir Martin Frobisher, Knight)
- • Dating Shakespeare’s Plays: A Critical Review of the Evidence
- · Edited by Kevin Gilvary
- · Parapress, 2010
- · PDF files, free to download [datingshakespeare.co.uk]
- · pgs 389-392 (Hamlet), 144-146 (The Merchant of Venice)
- • Purchasing Power of British Pounds from 1270 to Present (calculator) [measuringworth.com]