Your courts of justice will
determine
that.
Tennyson
MESSENGER. Elizabeth,
Your Royal sister.
MARY. To the Tower with _her_!
My foes are at my feet and I am Queen.
[GARDINER _and her_ LADIES _kneel to her_.
GARDINER (_rising_).
There let them lie, your foot-stool! (_Aside_. ) Can I strike
Elizabeth? --not now and save the life
Of Devon: if I save him, he and his
Are bound to me--may strike hereafter. (_Aloud_. ) Madam,
What Wyatt said, or what they said he said,
Cries of the moment and the street--
MARY. He said it.
GARDINER.
Your courts of justice will determine that.
RENARD (_advancing_).
I trust by this your Highness will allow
Some spice of wisdom in my telling you,
When last we talk'd, that Philip would not come
Till Guildford Dudley and the Duke of Suffolk,
And Lady Jane had left us.
MARY. They shall die.
RENARD. And your so loving sister?
MARY. She shall die.
My foes are at my feet, and Philip King.
[_Exeunt_.
ACT III.
SCENE I. --THE CONDUIT IN GRACECHURCH,
_Painted with the Nine Worthies, among them King Henry VIII. holding a
book, on it inscribed_ 'Verbum Dei'.
_Enter_ SIR RALPH BAGENHALL _and_ SIR THOMAS STAFFORD.
