Part 5 (1/2)

GARDINER. I think she means to counsel your withdrawing To Ashridge, or some other country house.

ELIZABETH. Why, my lord Bishop?

GARDINER. I do but bring the message, know no more.

Your Grace will hear her reasons from herself.

ELIZABETH. 'Tis mine own wish fulfill'd before the word Was spoken, for in truth I had meant to crave Permission of her Highness to retire To Ashridge, and pursue my studies there.

GARDINER. Madam, to have the wish before the word Is man's good Fairy--and the Queen is yours.

I left her with rich jewels in her hand, Whereof 'tis like enough she means to make A farewell present to your Grace.

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

GARDINER. I doubt it not, Madam, most loyal.

[_Bows low and exit_.

HOWARD. See, This comes of parleying with my Lord of Devon.

Well, well, you must obey; and I myself Believe it will be better for your welfare.

Your time will come.

ELIZABETH. I think my time will come.

Uncle, I am of sovereign nature, that I know, Not to be quell'd; and I have felt within me Stirrings of some great doom when G.o.d's just hour Peals--but this fierce old Gardiner--his big baldness, That irritable forelock which he rubs, His buzzard beak and deep-incavern'd eyes Half fright me.

HOWARD. You've a bold heart; keep it so.

He cannot touch you save that you turn traitor; And so take heed I pray you--you are one Who love that men should smile upon you, niece.

They'd smile you into treason--some of them.

ELIZABETH. I spy the rock beneath the smiling sea.

But if this Philip, the proud Catholic prince, And this bald priest, and she that hates me, seek In that lone house, to practise on my life, By poison, fire, shot, stab--

HOWARD. They will not, niece.

Mine is the fleet and all the power at sea-- Or will be in a moment. If they dared To harm you, I would blow this Philip and all Your trouble to the dogstar and the devil.

ELIZABETH. To the Pleiads, uncle; they have lost a sister.

HOWARD. But why say that? what have you done to lose her?

Come, come, I will go with you to the Queen.

[_Exeunt_.

SCENE V.--A ROOM IN THE PALACE.

MARY _with_ PHILIP'S _miniature_. ALICE.

MARY (_kissing the miniature_).

Most goodly, King-like and an Emperor's son,-- A king to be,--is he not n.o.ble, girl?

ALICE. Goodly enough, your Grace, and yet, methinks, I have seen goodlier.

MARY. Ay; some waxen doll Thy baby eyes have rested on, belike; All red and white, the fas.h.i.+on of our land.

But my good mother came (G.o.d rest her soul) Of Spain, and I am Spanish in myself, And in my likings.