That trouble you.' Let the dead letter live!
Trace it in fire, that all the louts to whom
Their A B C is darkness, clowns and
grooms

May read it! so you quash rebellion too,
For heretic and traitor are all one :
Two vipers of one breed—an amphisbona,
Each end a sting: Let the dead letter burn!
Paget. Yet there be some disloyal
Catholics,

And many heretics loyal; heretic throats
Cried no God-bless-her to the Lady Jane,
But shouted in Queen Mary. So there be
Some traitor-heretic, there is axe and cord.
To take the lives of others that are loyal,
And by the churchman's pitiless doom of
fire,

Were but a thankless policy in the crown, Ay, and against itself; for there are many. Mary. If we could burn out heresy, my Lord Paget,

We reck not tho' we lost this crown of England

Ay! tho' it were ten Englands!

Gardiner. Did you find a scripture, 'I come not to bring peace but a sword?' The sword

Is in her Grace's hand to smite with.
Paget,

You stand up here to fight for heresy,
You are more than guess'd at as a heretic,
And on the steep-up track of the true faith
Your lapses are far seen.
Paget.
The faultless Gardiner !
Mary. You brawl beyond the ques-
tion; speak, Lord Legate!
Pole. Indeed, I cannot follow with
your Grace :

Rather would say-the shepherd doth not kill

The sheep that wander from his flock, but

A pine in Italy that cast its shadow Athwart a cataract; firm stood the pine-The cataract shook the shadow. To my mind,

The cataract typed the headlong plunge and fall

Of heresy to the pit : the pine was Rome. You see, my Lords,

It was the shadow of the Church that trembled ;

Your church was but the shadow of a church,

Wanting the Papal mitre.

Gardiner (muttering). Here be tropes. Pole. And tropes are good to clothe a naked truth,

And make it look more seemly.

He knows not where he stands, which, if this pass,

We two shall have to teach him; let 'em look to it,

Cranmer and Hooper, Ridley and Latimer, Rogers and Ferrar, for their time is come, Their hour is hard at hand, their 'dies Iræ,'

Their 'dies Illa,' which will test their sect. I feel it but a duty-you will find in it Pleasure as well as duty, worthy Bonner,To test their sect. Sir, I attend the Queen To crave most humble pardon-of her