Or you, for heretic cries? And I believe, [olas Spite of your melancholy Sir NichYour England is as loyal as myself. Mary (seeing the paper dropt by POLE). There, there! another paper! Said you not

Many of these were loyal? Shall I try

If this be one of such? Lady Clarence. Let it be, let it be. God pardon me! I have never yet found one. [Aside. Mary (reads). "Your people hate you as your husband hates you." Clarence, Clarence, what have I done? what sin

Beyond all grace, all pardon? Mother of God,

Thou knowest never woman meant so well,

And fared so ill in this disastrous

world.

My people hate me and desire my death.

Lady Clarence. No, Madam, no. Mary. My husband hates me, and desires my death.

Sees ever such an aureole round the Queen,

[peace, It gilds the greatest wronger of her Who stands the nearest to her.

Alice. Ay, this Philip; I used to love the Queen with all my heart[less

God help me, but methinks I love her
For such a dotage upon such a man.
I would I were as tall and strong as
you.

Lady Magdalen. I seem half-shamed
at times to be so tall.

Alice. You are the stateliest deer in all the herd

Beyond his aim-but I am small and scandalous,

And love to hear bad tales of Philip.
Lady Magdalen.
Why?

I never heard him utter worse of you
Than that you were low-statured.
Does he think

Alice. Low stature is low nature, or all women's

Our drooping Queen should know! In Hampton Court

My window look'd upon the corridor; And I was robing;-this poor throat of mine,

Barer than I should wish a man to see it,

When he we speak of drove the window back,

And, like a thief, push'd in his royal hand;

But by God's providence a good stout staff

Lay near me; and you know me strong of arm;

I do believe I lamed his Majesty's For a day or two, tho', give the Devil his due,

I never found he bore me any spite. Alice. I would she could have wedded that poor youth,

My Lord of Devon-light enough, God knows,

And mixt with Wyatt's rising-and the boy

Not out of him-but neither cold, coarse, cruel,

And more than all-no Spaniard.
Lady Clarence.
Not so loud.
Lord Devon, girls! what are you whis-
pering here?

Alice. Probing an old state secret-
how it chanced

That this young Earl was sent on foreign travel,

Not lost his head.

Lady Clarence. There was no proof against him.

[night;

ria, from his Majesty

King Philip.

Mary. Philip! quick! loop up my hair!

Throw cushions on that seat, and make it throne-like.

and day;

But the child came not, and the hus band came not;

And yet he will come quickly.
Thou hast learnt

like mine.

Except you put Spain down.

she died.

[now And that I scarce can be; and, sir, till My sister's marriage, and my father's marriages,

Make me full fain to live and die a maid.

But I am much beholden to your King.

Have you aught else to tell me?

Nothing, Madam,

THE PALACE.

First. There's the Queen's light. I

hear she cannot live.

Second. God curse her and her Leg

ate! Gardiner burns

Already; but to pay them full in kind, The hottest hold in all the devil's den Were but a sort of winter; sir, in Guernsey,

Feria.

the Queen

agony