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SCENE IV. - LONDON. A ROOM IN | You spent your life; that brolen, out THE PALACE.

you flutter

Thro' the new world, go zigzag, now Elizabeth. Enter COURTENAY.

would settle Courtenay. So yet am I,

Upon this flower, now that; but all Unless my friends and mirrors lie to me, I things here A goodlier-looking fellow than this At court are known ; you have solicited Philip.

The Queen, and been rejected. Pah!


Flower, she ! The Queen is ill advised : shall I turn Half faded ! but you, cousin, are fresh traitor ?

and sweet They've almost talk'd me into : yet the As the first flower no bee has ever tried. word

| Elizabeth. Are you the bee to try me! Affrights me somewhat ; to be such a one

why, but now As Harry Bolingbroke hath a lure in it. I called you butterfly. Good now, my Lady Queen, tho' by Courtenay.

You did me wrong, your age,

I love not to be called a butterfly? And by your looks you are not worth Why do you call me butterfly ? the having,

Elizabeth. Why do you go so gay Yet by your crown you are.

then ?
[Seeing ELIZABETH. / Courtenay. Velvet and gold.

The Princess there? This dress was made me as the Earl of If I tried her and la -- she's amorous.

Devon Have we not heard of her in Edward's To take my seat in ; looks it not right time,

royal ? Her freaks and frolics with the late Elizabeth. So royal that the Queen Lord Admiral ?

forbade you wearing it. 2 do believe she'd yield. I should be Courtenay. I wear it then to spite still

her. A party in the state ; and then, who Elizabeth. My Lord, my Lord ; knows —

I see you in the Tower again. Her Elizabeth. What are you musing on,

Majesty my Lord of Devon ?

| Hears you affect the Prince - prelates Courtenay. Has not the Queen

kneel to you. — Elizabeth. Done what, Sir ?

Courtenay. I am the noblest blood Courtenay. - Made you follow

in Europe, Madam, The Lady Suffolk and the Lady Lennox.

A Courtenay of Devon, and her cousin.

Elizabeth. She hears you make your The heir presumptive.

boast that after all Elizabeth. Why do you ask? you She means to wed you. Folly, my good know it. .

Lord. Courtenay. You needs must bear it Courtenay. How folly ? a great party hardly.

in the state Elizabeth. No, indeed !

Wills me to wed her ? I am utterly submissive to the Queen. Elizabeth. Failing her, my Lord, Courtenay. Well, I was musing upon Doth not as great a party in the state that ; the Queen

Will you to wed me? Is both my foe and yours : we should Courtenay. Even so, fair lady. be friends.

| Elizabeth. You know to flatter ladies. Elizabeth. My Lord, the hatred of_Courtenay.

Nay, I meant another to us

True matters of the heart. Is no true bond of friendship.

Elizabeth. My heart, my Lord, Courtenay.

Might it not Is no great party in the state as yet. Be the rough preface of some closer bond?! Courtenay. Great, said you ? nay, you Elizabeth. My Lord, you late were shall be great. I love you,

loosed from out the Tower, Lay my life in your hands. Can you be Where, like a butterfly in a chrysalis,

close ?



Elizabeth. Can you, my Lord ? | She fears the Lords may side with you

Courtenay. Close as a miser's casket. and him Listen :

| Against her marriage ; therefore is he The King of France, Noailles the Am. dangerous. bassador,

And if this Prince of fluff and feather The Duke of Suffolk and Sir Peter Carew, come Sir Thomas Wyatt, I myself, some To woo you, niece, he is dangerous every others,

way. Have sworn this Spanish marriage shall Elizabeth. Not very dangerous that not be.

way, my good uncle. If Mary will not hear us — well — con- Howard. But your own state is full jecture —

of danger here. Were l'in Devon with my wedded bride, The disaffected, heretics, reformers, The people there so worship me - Your Look to you as the one to crown their

ear; Yon shall be Queen.

Mix not yourself with any plot I pray Elizabeth. You speak too low, my you ; Lord ;

Nay, if by chance you hear of any such, I cannot hear you.

Speak not thereof — no, not to your best Courtenay. I'll repeat it.

friend, Elizabeth.

No! | Lest you should be confounded with it. Stand farther off, or you may lose your Still --head.

Perinde ac cadaver — as the priest says, Courtenay. I have a head to lose for You know your Latin - quiet as a dead your sweet sake.

body. Elizabeth. Have you, my Lord ? Best | What was my Lord of Devon telling keep it for your own.

you? Nay, pout not, cousin.

Elizabeth. Whether he told me ar Not many friends are mine, except indeed thing or not, Among the many. I believe you mine ; I follow your good counsel, gracious And so you may continue mine, fare

uncle. well,

Quiet as a dead body. And that at once.


You do right well. Enter Mary, behind.

I do not care to know; but this I Mary. Whispering - leagued together | Tell Courtenay nothing.

charge you, To bar me from my Philip.

The Lord Courtenay. Pray – consider

Chancellor Elizabeth (seeing the QUEEN). Well,

|(I count it as a kind of virtue in him, that's a noble horse of yours, my

He hath not many), as a mastiff dog Lord.

May love a puppy cur for no more reason I trust that he will carry you well to-day,

Than that the twain have been tied up And heal your headache.

together, Courtenay. You are wild; what head- |

Thus Gardiner – for the two were fel

low-prisoners Heartache, perchance ; not headache.

So many years in yon accursed Tower Elizabeth (aside to COURTENAY). Are

Hath taken to this Courtenay. Look to you blind ?

it, niece, [COURTENAY sees the QUEEN and exit.

He hath no fence when Gardiner quesExcit MARY.

tions him ; Enter LORD WILLIAM HOWARD.

| All oozes out ; yet him — because they I

know him Howard. Was that my Lord of Dev-The last White Rose, the last Planon ? do not you

tagenet Be seen in corners with my Lord of (Nay, there is Cardinal Pole, too), the Devon.

people He hath fallen out of favor with the Claim as their natural leader ---ay, some Queen.



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That you shall marry him, make him That irritable forelock which he rubs, King belike.

His buzzard beak and deep-incavern'd Elizabeth. Do they say so, good eyes uncle ?

Half fright me. Howard Ay, good niece!

Howard. You ’ve a bold heart ; keep You should be plain and open with me, it so. niece.

He cannot touch you save that you turn You should not play upon me.

traitor ; Elizabeth. ' 'No, good uncle. | And so take heed I pray you — you are Enter GARDINER.

one Gardiner. The Queen would see your Who love that men should smile upon Grace upon the moment.

you, niece. Elizabeth. Why, my lord Bishop ?

n? They'd smile you into treason — some Gardiner. I think she means to coun.

of them. sel your withdrawing

Elizabeth. I spy the rock beneath the To Ashridge, or some other country

smiling sea. house.

But if this Philip, the proud Catholic Elizabeth. Why, my lord Bishop ?

prince, Gardiner. I do but bring the message, And this bald priest, and she that hates know no more.

me, seek Your Grace will hear her reasons from In that lone house, to practise on my herself.

life, Elizabeth. T is mine own wish ful. | By poison, fire, shot, stab -till'd before the word

| Howard. They will not, niece. Was spoken, for in truth I had meant Mine is the fleet and all the power at to crave

sea — Permission of her Highness to retire Or will be in a moment. If they dared To Ashridge, and pursue my studies | To harm you, I would blow this Philip there.

and all Gardiner. Madam, to have the wish Your trouble to the dogstar and the before the word

devil. Is man’s good Fairy — and the Queen is

Elizabeth. To the Pleiads, uncle ;

they have lost a sister. yours. I left her with rich jewels in her hand,

Howard. But why say that ? what Whereof 't is like enough she means to

have you done to lose her ? make

Come, come, I will go with you to the A farewell present to your Grace.


[Exeunt. Elizabeth.

My Lord, I have the jewel of a loyal heart.

SCENE V. - A ROOM IN THE Gardiner. I doubt it not, Madam,

PALACE most loyal. [Bows low and exit. MARY with Philip's miniature. ALICE. Howard. See, This comes of parleying with my Lord Mary (kissing the miniature). Most of Devon.

goodly, Kinglike, and an emperWell, well, you must obey ; and I my-| or's son, self

A king to be, — is he not noble, girl ? Believe it will be better for your welfare. Alice. Goodly enough, your Grace, Your time will come.

and yet, methinks, Elizabeth. I think my time will come. I have seen goodlier. Uncle,


Ay; some waxen doll I am of sovereign nature, that I know, Thy baby eyes have rested on, belike; Not to be quell'd ; and I have felt All red and white, the fashion of our within me

land. Stirrings of some great doom when God's But my good mother came (God rest her just hour

soul) Peals — but this fierce old Gardiner — Of Spain, and I am Spanish in myself, his big baldness,

| And in my likings.

Alice, By your Grace's leave | Were half as gracious ! O, my lord Your royal mother came of Spain, but to be took

| My love, for thy sake only. To the English red and white. Your I am eleven years older than he is. royal father

But will he care for that? (For so they say) was all pure lily and No, by the holy Virgin, being noble, rose

But love me only : then the bastard In his youth, and like a lady.

sprout, Mary.

0, just God ! My sister, is far fairer than myself. Sweet mother, you had time and cause Will he be drawn to her? enough

| No, being of the true faith with myself. To sicken of his lilies and his roses. Paget is for him — for to wed with Cast off, betray'd, defamed, divorced,

Spain forlorn !

Would treble England – Gardiner is And then the king — that traitor past against him ; forgiveness,

The Council, people, Parliament against The false archbishop fawning on him, him ; married

But I will have him! My hard father The mother of Elizabeth - a heretic

hated me; Ev'n as she is; but God hath sent me My brother rather hated me than loved; here

My sister cowers and hates me. Holy To take such order with all heretics

Virgin, That it shall be, before I die, as tho' Plead with thy blessed Son ; grant me My father and my brother had not lived. my prayer ; What wast thou saying of this Lady Giveme my Philip; and we two will lead Jane,

The living waters of the Faith again Now in the Tower ?

Back thro' their widow'd channel here, Alice. Why, Madam, she was passing and watch Some chapel down in Essex, and with The parch'd banks rolling incense, as of her

old, Lady Anne Wharton, and the Lady To heaven, and kindled with the palms Anne

of Christ ! Bow'd to the Pyx; but Lady Jane

Enter USHER. stood up Stiff as the very backbone of heresy. Who waits, sir? And wherefore bow ye not, says Lady Usher. Madam, the Lord Chancellor. Anne,

Mary. Bid him come in. (Enter GARTo him within there who made Heaven DINER.) Good morning, my good and Earth?


[Exit USHER I cannot and I dare not, tell your Grace Gardiner. That every morning of What Lady Jane replied.

your Majesty Mary.

But I will have it. May be most good, is every morning's Alice. She said — pray pardon me, prayer and pity her

of your most loyal subject, Stephen She hath hearken'd evil counsel --- ah ! Gardiner. she said,

Mary. Come you to tell me this, my The baker made him.

Lord ? Mary. Monstrous ! blasphemous ! Gardiner. And more. She ought to burn. Hence, thou (Exit Your people have begun to learn your

ALICE). No - being traitor Her head will fall : shall it ? she is but Your pious wish to pay King Edward's a child.

debts, We do not kill the child for doing that your lavish household curb'd, and the His father whipt him into doing - a remission head

| Of half that subsidy levied on the people, Bo full of grace and beauty! would that Make all tongues praise and all hearts mine

beat for you.



I'd have you get more loved : the realm | Good, then, they will revolt : but I am is poor,

Tudor, The exchequer at neap-ebb : we might And shall control them. withdraw

Gardiner. I will help you, Madam, Part of our garrison at Calais.

| Even to the utmost. All the church is Mary.

Calais ! grateful. Our one point on the main, the gate of You have ousted the mock priest, repul

France ! I am Queen of England; take mine eyes, The shepherd of St. Peter, raised the mine heart,

rood again, But do not lose me Calais.

And brought us back the mass. I am Gardiner.

Do not fear it.

I all thanks Of that hereafter. I say your Grace is To God and to your Grace : yet I know loved.

well, That I may keep you thus, who am your Your people, and I go with them so far, friend

| Will brook nor Pope nor Spaniard here And ever faithful counsellor, might I to play speak ?

The tyrant, or in commonwealth or Mary. I can forespeak your speaking. church. Would I marry

Mary (showing the picture). Is this the Prince Philip, if all England hate him? face of one who plays the tyrant? That is

| Peruse it; is it not goodly, ay, and Your question, and I front it with an- gentle? other :

Gardiner. Madam, methinks a cold Is it England, or a party? Now, your face and a haughty. answer.

And when your Highness talks of Gardiner. My answer is, I wear be · Courtenayneath my dress

Ay, true -- a goodly one. I would his A shirt of mail : my house hath been assaulted,

Were half as goodly (aside). And when I walk abroad, the populace, Mary. What is that you mutter? With fingers pointed like so many dag | Gardiner. Oh, Madam, take it blunt.

ly; marry Philip, Stab me in fancy, hissing Spain and And be stepmother of a score of sons ! Philip;

The prince is known in Spain, in FlanAnd when I sleep, a hundred men-at- . ders, ha! arms

For Philip — Guard my poor dreams for England. Mary. You offend us; you may leave Men would murder me,

us. Because they think me favorer of this . You see thro' warping glasses. marriage.

Gardiner. If your Majesty Mary. And that were hard upon you, Mary. I have sworn upon the body my Lord Chancellor.

and blood of Christ Gardiner. But our young Earl of I'll none but Philip. Devon

Gardiner. Hath your Grace so sworn? Mary. Earl of Devon ?

Mary. Ay, Simon Renard knows it. I freed him from the Tower, placed him Gardiner.

News to me! at Court;

| It then remains for your poor Gardiner, I made him Earl of Devon, and — the So you still care to trust him somewhat fool

less He wrecks his health and wealth on Than Simon Renard, to compose the courtesans,

event And rolls himself in carrion like a dog. In some such form as least may harm Gardiner. More like a school-boy that your Grace. hath broken bounds,

| Mary. I'll have the scandal sounded Sickening himself with sweets.

to the mud. Mary. I will not hear of him. I know it a scandal.

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