_Enter_ SIR
NICHOLAS
HEATH.
Tennyson
Find me one!
LADY CLARENCE. Ay, Madam; but Sir Nicholas Heath, the Chancellor,
Would see your Highness.
MARY. Wherefore should I see him?
LADY CLARENCE. Well, Madam, he may bring you news from Philip.
MARY. So, Clarence.
LADY CLARENCE. Let me first put up your hair;
It tumbles all abroad.
MARY. And the gray dawn
Of an old age that never will be mine
Is all the clearer seen. No, no; what matters?
Forlorn I am, and let me look forlorn.
_Enter_ SIR NICHOLAS HEATH.
HEATH. I bring your Majesty such grievous news
I grieve to bring it. Madam, Calais is taken.
MARY. What traitor spoke? Here, let my cousin Pole
Seize him and burn him for a Lutheran.
HEATH. Her Highness is unwell. I will retire.
LADY CLARENCE. Madam, your Chancellor, Sir Nicholas Heath.
MARY. Sir Nicholas! I am stunn'd--Nicholas Heath?
Methought some traitor smote me on the head.
LADY CLARENCE. Ay, Madam; but Sir Nicholas Heath, the Chancellor,
Would see your Highness.
MARY. Wherefore should I see him?
LADY CLARENCE. Well, Madam, he may bring you news from Philip.
MARY. So, Clarence.
LADY CLARENCE. Let me first put up your hair;
It tumbles all abroad.
MARY. And the gray dawn
Of an old age that never will be mine
Is all the clearer seen. No, no; what matters?
Forlorn I am, and let me look forlorn.
_Enter_ SIR NICHOLAS HEATH.
HEATH. I bring your Majesty such grievous news
I grieve to bring it. Madam, Calais is taken.
MARY. What traitor spoke? Here, let my cousin Pole
Seize him and burn him for a Lutheran.
HEATH. Her Highness is unwell. I will retire.
LADY CLARENCE. Madam, your Chancellor, Sir Nicholas Heath.
MARY. Sir Nicholas! I am stunn'd--Nicholas Heath?
Methought some traitor smote me on the head.