The Delayed Dowry of King Charles

April 15, 2016 § Leave a comment


It is not my usual practice to post twice about the same book, specially not a book as underwhelming as Jose Gerson da Cunha’s The Origin of Bombay. However, the otherwise bigoted book had a section that recounted a well-researched, amusing and not very well-known anecdote, and I just had to retell it in my own words. This is a super-long post, but I am paraphrasing about 40 pages of da Cunha’s book, so I hope you will bear with me.

The historical background isn’t difficult to recount. Portugal had been a pioneer in maritime commerce from the time Bartholomew Dias rounded the Cape of Good Hope in 1488, but other countries caught up eventually, and by the mid-17th century, Portugal was already a fading power, its ships constantly harassed by those of the English, the Spanish and the Dutch. The Braganca king Joao IV was a worried man; his best bet to gain a strong partner against the Spanish and the Dutch was by means of a strategic matrimonial alliance for his sister Catherine. Initially, he flirted with the idea of pairing her off with Don Juan of Austria, the bastard son of Charles V who hammered the Turks at Lepanto and was, centuries later, the subject of a rapturous poem by GK Chesterton (‘Don John of Austria is going to the war!’), but that fell through. He next sent his best negotiators to France, asking for the hand of the Bourbon Louis XIV; but the wily French First Minister, Cardinal Mazarin, outwitted the Portuguese and got the Roi Soleil married off to the Spanish Infanta instead; and so the fair Catherine had to settle for her third choice, the Stuart King Charles II of England and Scotland. These negotiations were successful – Catherine’s dowry included the island of  Bombay on the Western coast of India, a Portuguese possession since 1534, and the Stuart king promised protection for Portuguese ships on the open seas, in return.

The fact that Bombay became British property as part of Catherine’s dowry is reasonably well-known. It is what happened next that isn’t.

The treaty of marriage was signed on 23 June 1661, and the wedding itself took place almost a year later, on 31 May 1662.

Even before that (since affairs of state cannot wait for frivolous things like weddings) a fleet of five men o’ war was dispatched from England in March 1662, under the command of the Earl of Marlborough. It contained 500 troops, headed by Sir Abraham Shipman, who was tasked with taking over Bombay from the Portuguese. So far so good.

A few days later, on 9 April 1662, the King of Portugal wrote to Antonio de Mello de Castro,  a man so obscure that history has forgotten him and not even bothered to put up a Wikipedia page in his name, but a hero, nevertheless, as the following episode will confirm.

The King said this, in substance: ‘Dude, there is this treaty; you are to proceed to Bombay with some Brits, take control of our Indian possessions as my new Viceroy of India,  review the warrant that the Brits give you, and if everything is satisfactory, deliver Bombay to them. Keep the rest.

It wasn’t complex. Yet.

Two days later, accordingly, de Mello casts to sea, meets up with Marlborough en route and proceeds towards Bombay.

It takes nearly six months for the flotilla to reach Bombay, which they finally do on 18 September 1662. Six months on board the same ship is a very long time: enough time for de Mello to develop a cordial and brisk dislike for Marlborough in particular and the English in general.

On arriving, Marlborough demands that the entire island system of Salsette (of which the islands of Bombay are a part) be handed over as promised; de Mello is only too happy to decline. He then proceeds to Goa, which is the main Portuguese possession in India, to take over his Viceregal post.

Marlborough cools his heels, thinks things through, then says, OK fine, then give me only Bombay, damn it.

De Mello says, I’m glad we settled that, but hang on – it says here that I am supposed to deliver Bombay to a certain Mr. Abraham Shipman: where is he? Since you are not the aforementioned Mr. Shipman, I am not authorized to give you anything.

Meanwhile, Shipman arrives (I am a little unclear how he managed to start off with  Marlborough’s fleet but arrive a month later, but stay with me on this, please) and produces the much awaited Letters Patent given him by King Charles. Thank you, says de Mello, I will now review these letters and get back to you. When will he be done? He will be done with his review when he is done; not a moment sooner. There is a process and it cannot be hurried.

Marlborough, meanwhile, is getting restless. His brief had been to transport Shipman, and this had been executed. He has things to do, places to be, and so forth. Shipman asks the British East India Company (at Surat) for permission to park his 500 troops there temporarily until the review process got over. Sir Oxendon of the Company says, um, sorry, mate, no can do, I’m being watched by the Mughals, and if they saw troops here, I’m a dead man.

So Marlborough dumps Shipman and crew on a deserted, inhospitable island called Angedive, and pushes off to Europe, his part in this story done.

Meanwhile, de Mello has been busy. On 28 December 1662, he pens a letter for his King. The Brits are a nasty, arrogant lot, he complains. And Shipman had produced a letter, not a warrant as he had been told to expect. Even worse, the letter that Shipman produced had the royal seal, but not the signature of the English kingIsn’t that a breach of protocol? Do kings of England sign their letters or don’t they? Finally this: Sire, this is a really bad idea. Don’t give Bombay to these guys: it’s our best port in India, and they are jerks. Just pay them some money instead and keep Bombay with you.

And because email hasn’t been invented yet, and more pertinently because Portuguese ships weren’t safe on the Indian ocean any more, he sends the message through a Jesuit priest who embarks on a convoluted overland route to Lisbon.

Meanwhile Charles II gets wind of the delay, and so he summons the Portuguese ambassador to his court, gives him a good, old-fashioned bollocking, and demands that the island be ceded forthwith and a penalty of  100,000 pounds be paid England as compensation for expenses.

It is now 16 August 1663 – over two years since the treaty was signed – and the Portuguese king sends de Mello a stinker. “We hear from our esteemed brother the King of England that you haven’t delivered Bombay yet. Are you kidding us? YOU HAD ONE JOB. Do this at once.

The Jesuit priest finally reaches Lisbon on 25 October 1663. The contents of de Mello’s letter are perused; the embassies in Portugal and England spring to life and matters of protocol are discussed.

On 23 November 1663, King Charles sends a new commission in favour of Sir Abraham Shipman. This time he signs it. History unfortunately does not record what he mutters while doing so.

On 8 February 1664, the King of Portugal replies to de Mello: “We read your long whiny letter. We SIMPLY DON’T CARE. You are causing a MAJOR international incident with THE ONLY FRIENDS WE’VE GOT. Who also happen to be IN-LAWS. Just do as we say, and deliver the damn place to them AT ONCE, you PATHETIC old fart.  We trust we are PERFECTLY CLEAR on this point.”

On 5 April 1664, Shipman, still languishing on the godforsaken island of Angediva, receives King Charles’ new commission. He sends a copy to de Mello in Goa, who hasn’t received his Master’s word yet, and so he says, ah, I see this is a copy, of course I need it endorsed as a true copy. And then I will review it. And we shall see.

But then, in September 1664, the King of Portugal’s stinker arrives. De Mello jumps up like a nervous rabbit, and tries to reach Shipman to begin transfer proceedings, finally.

The luckless Shipman has died by this time, along with many of his men. (There is a reason you don’t hear of Angediva as a popular tourist destination).

De Mello is not a quick thinker on the best of days, but this development completely flummoxes him. He has been authorized to deliver the island immediately by his sovereign, and he has received papers – signed and duly attested papers – favouring a Mr. Abraham Shipman, but this gentleman is dead; so what does due process suggest he do now?

On 3 November 1664, he refers the matter to the Portuguese Supreme Court at Goa. They respond promptly. Who does the dead man’s will name as beneficiary, it asks. Just give Bombay to that person. Luckily, Shipman had not died intestate. Even luckier, his chief beneficiary, a Humphrey Cooke, is at hand in Angediva.

On 5 November 1664, Humphrey Cooke’s commission is translated into Portuguese and forwarded to Goa, with an endorsement signed by five Englishmen and one Portuguese priest (to confirm that the translation was conformable); de Mello then requires and gets another Portuguese clerk to attest to the genuineness and handwriting of the first Portuguese man. And this is done.

Yet de Mello demurs. What in heaven’s name can be the problem now, everyone asks in unison. The translation mentions an “Inofre Coque”, he says, sulkily. The will mentions “Humphrey Cooke”; is Inofre the appropriate translation of Humphrey or not?

At this point everyone – Portuguese, English, Kings, priests, clerks and judges – is pretty much at the end of their tether, so finally de Mello delivers the island to the English on 26 December 1664, three and a half years after the transaction was agreed upon.

Antonio de Mello de Castro is a true unsung hero. Let it never be said that the Portuguese empire subsided without a trace. Not Vasco da Gama, not Affonso de Albuquerque, not St. Francis Xavier – in the centuries to come, their contributions may be forgotten; it is de Mello who will have had the longest lasting influence. In him, Portugal bequeathed to both the European Union and India a patron saint for bureaucrats, one who has watched over them lovingly for centuries and guided their every slow, ponderous step.

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