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Shares in the just rejoicings of the realm.

Praised be almighty Heaven, who hath averted

Assassination from our much-loved queen!

BURLEIGH.

Praised be His name, who thus hath turned to scorn

The malice of our foes!

AUBESPINE.

May heaven confound

The perpetrator of this cursed deed!

BURLEIGH.

Its perpetrator and its base contriver!

AUBESPINE.

Please you, my lord, to bring me to the queen,

That I may lay the warm congratulations

Of my imperial master at her feet.

BURLEIGH.

There is no need of this.

AUBESPINE (officiously).

My Lord of Burleigh,

I know my duty.

BURLEIGH.

Sir, your duty is

To quit, and that without delay, this kingdom.

AUBESPINE (stepping back with surprise).

What! How is this?

BURLEIGH.

The sacred character

Of an ambassador to-day protects you,

But not to-morrow.

AUBESPINE.

What's my crime?

BURLEIGH.

Should I

Once name it, there were then no pardon for it.

AUBESPINE.

I hope, my lord, my charge's privilege--

BURLEIGH.

Screens not a traitor.

LEICESTER and KENT.

Traitor! How?

AUBESPINE.

My Lord,

Consider well--

BURLEIGH.

Your passport was discovered

In the assassin's pocket.

KENT.

Righteous heaven!

AUBESPINE.

Sir, many passports are subscribed by me;

I cannot know the secret thoughts of men.

BURLEIGH.

He in your house confessed, and was absolved.

AUBESPINE.

My house is open--

BURLEIGH.

To our enemies.

AUBESPINE.

I claim a strict inquiry.

BURLEIGH.

Tremble at it.

AUBESPINE.

My monarch in my person is insulted,

He will annul the marriage contract.

BURLEIGH.

That

My royal mistress has annulled already;

England will not unite herself with France.

My Lord of Kent, I give to you the charge

To see Count Aubespine embarked in safety.

The furious populace has stormed his palace,

Where a whole arsenal of arms was found;

Should he be found, they'll tear him limb from limb,

Conceal him till the fury is abated-

You answer for his life.

AUBESPINE.

I go-I leave

This kingdom where they sport with public treaties

And trample on the laws of nations. Yet

My monarch, be assured, will vent his rage

In direst vengeance!

BURLEIGH.

Let him seek it here.

[Exeunt KENT and AUBESPINE.

SCENE III.

LEICESTER, BURLEIGH.

LEICESTER.

And thus you loose yourself the knot of union

Which you officiously, uncalled for, bound!

You have deserved but little of your country,

My lord; this trouble was superfluous.

BURLEIGH.

My aim was good, though fate declared against it;

Happy is he who has so fair a conscience!

LEICESTER.

Well know we the mysterious mien of Burleigh

When he is on the hunt for deeds of treason.

Now you are in your element, my lord;

A monstrous outrage has been just committed,

And darkness veils as yet its perpetrators:

Now will a court of inquisition rise;

Each word, each look be weighed; men's very thoughts

Be summoned to the bar. You are, my lord,

The mighty man, the Atlas of the state,

All England's weight lies upon your shoulders.

BURLEIGH.

In you, my lord, I recognize my master;

For such a victory as your eloquence

Has gained I cannot boast.

LEICESTER.

What means your lordship?

BURLEIGH.

You were the man who knew, behind my back,

To lure the queen to Fotheringay Castle.

LEICESTER.

Behind your back! When did I fear to act

Before your face?

BURLEIGH.

You led her majesty?

Oh, no-you led her not-it was the queen

Who was so gracious as to lead you thither.

LEICESTER.

What mean you, my lord, by that?

BURLEIGH.

The noble part

You forced the queen to play! The glorious triumph

Which you prepared for her! Too gracious princess!

So shamelessly, so wantonly to mock

Thy unsuspecting goodness, to betray thee

So pitiless to thy exulting foe!

This, then, is the magnanimity, the grace

Which suddenly possessed you in the council!

The Stuart is for this so despicable,

So weak an enemy, that it would scarce

Be worth the pains to stain us with her blood.

A specious plan! and sharply pointed too;

'Tis only pity this sharp point is broken.

LEICESTER.

Unworthy wretch! this instant follow me,

And answer at the throne this insolence.

BURLEIGH.

You'll find me there, my lord; and look you well

That there your eloquence desert you not.

[Exit.

SCENE IV.

LEICESTER alone, then MORTIMER.

LEICESTER.

I am detected! All my plot's disclosed!

How has my evil genius tracked my steps!

Alas! if he has proofs, if she should learn

That I have held a secret correspondence

With her worst enemy; how criminal

Shall I appear to her! How false will then

My counsel seem, and all the fatal pains

I took to lure the queen to Fotheringay!

I've shamefully betrayed, I have exposed her

To her detested enemy's revilings!

Oh! never, never can she pardon that.

All will appear as if premeditated.

The bitter turn of this sad interview,

The triumph and the tauntings of her rival;

Yes, e'en the murderous hand which had prepared

A bloody, monstrous, unexpected fate;

All, all will be ascribed to my suggestions!

I see no rescue! nowhere-ha! Who comes?

[MORTIMER enters in the most violent uneasiness,

and looks with apprehension round him.

MORTIMER.

Lord Leicester! Is it you! Are we alone?

LEICESTER.

Ill-fated wretch, away! What seek you here?

MORTIMER.

They are upon our track-upon yours, too;

Be vigilant!

LEICESTER.

Away, away!

MORTIMER.

They know

That private conferences have been held