But the Earl reckoned without his host. It is true his presence and his

communications were gall and wormwood to his once partial mistress.

But barred from every other and more direct mode of revenge, the Queen

perceived that she gave her false suitor torture by these inquiries,

and dwelt on them for that reason, no more regarding the pain which she

herself experienced, than the savage cares for the searing of his own

hands by grasping the hot pincers with which he tears the flesh of his

captive enemy.

At length, however, the haughty lord, like a deer that turns to bay,

gave intimation that his patience was failing. "Madam," he said, "I have

been much to blame--more than even your just resentment has expressed.

Yet, madam, let me say that my guilt, if it be unpardonable, was not

unprovoked, and that if beauty and condescending dignity could seduce

the frail heart of a human being, I might plead both as the causes of my

concealing this secret from your Majesty."

The Queen was so much struck with this reply, which Leicester took

care should be heard by no one but herself, that she was for the moment

silenced, and the Earl had the temerity to pursue his advantage. "Your

Grace, who has pardoned so much, will excuse my throwing myself on your

royal mercy for those expressions which were yester-morning accounted

but a light offence."

The Queen fixed her eyes on him while she replied, "Now, by Heaven, my

lord, thy effrontery passes the bounds of belief, as well as patience!

But it shall avail thee nothing.--What ho! my lords, come all and hear

the news-my Lord of Leicester's stolen marriage has cost me a husband,

and England a king. His lordship is patriarchal in his tastes--one wife

at a time was insufficient, and he designed US the honour of his left

hand. Now, is not this too insolent--that I could not grace him with

a few marks of court-favour, but he must presume to think my hand and

crown at his disposal? You, however, think better of me; and I can pity

this ambitious man, as I could a child, whose bubble of soap has burst

between his hands. We go to the presence-chamber.--My Lord of Leicester,

we command your close attendance on us."

All was eager expectation in the hall, and what was the universal

astonishment when the Queen said to those next her, "The revels of

Kenilworth are not yet exhausted, my lords and ladies--we are to

solemnize the noble owner's marriage."




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