Part 388 (1/2)

BURLEIGH.

How? You?

LEICESTER.

Yes, I, my lord; the queen confided In Mortimer; she opened to the youth Her inmost soul! Yes, she went further still; She gave him, too, a secret, b.l.o.o.d.y charge, Which Paulet had before refused with horror.

Say, is it so, or not?

[The QUEEN and BURLEIGH look at one another with astonishment.

BURLEIGH.

Whence know ye this?

LEICESTER.

Nay, is it not a fact? Now answer me.

And where, my lord, where were your thousand eyes, Not to discover Mortimer was false?

That he, the Guise's tool, and Mary's creature, A raging papist, daring fanatic, Was come to free the Stuart, and to murder The Queen of England!

ELIZABETH (with the utmost astonishment).

How! This Mortimer!

LEICESTER.

'Twas he through whom our correspondence pa.s.sed.

This plot it was which introduced me to him.

This very day she was to have been torn From her confinement; he, this very moment, Disclosed his plan to me: I took him prisoner, And gave him to the guard, when in despair To see his work o'erturned, himself unmasked, He slew himself!

ELIZABETH.

Oh, I indeed have been Deceived beyond example, Mortimer!

BURLEIGH.

This happened then but now? Since last we parted?

LEICESTER.

For my own sake, I must lament the deed; That he was thus cut off. His testimony, Were he alive, had fully cleared my fame, And freed me from suspicion; 'twas for this That I surrendered him to open justice.

I thought to choose the most impartial course To verify and fix my innocence Before the world.

BURLEIGH.

He killed himself, you say Is't so? Or did you kill him?

LEICESTER.

Vile suspicion!

Hear but the guard who seized him.

[He goes to the door, and calls.

Ho! who waits?

[Enter the officer of the guard.

Sir, tell the queen how Mortimer expired.

OFFICER.