I left her lying still and beautiful,
More beautiful than in life.
More beautiful than in life.
Tennyson
And who says that?
ALICE. It is a saying among the Catholics.
CECIL. It never will be merry world in England,
Till all men have their Bible, rich and poor.
ALICE. The Queen is dying, or you dare not say it.
_Enter_ ELIZABETH.
ELIZABETH. The Queen is dead.
CECIL. Then here she stands! my homage.
ELIZABETH. She knew me, and acknowledged me her heir,
Pray'd me to pay her debts, and keep the Faith:
Then claspt the cross, and pass'd away in peace.
I left her lying still and beautiful,
More beautiful than in life. Why would you vex yourself,
Poor sister? Sir, I swear I have no heart
To be your Queen. To reign is restless fence,
Tierce, quart, and trickery. Peace is with the dead.
Her life was winter, for her spring was nipt:
And she loved much: pray God she be forgiven.
CECIL. Peace with the dead, who never were at peace!
Yet she loved one so much--I needs must say--
That never English monarch dying left
England so little.
ELIZABETH. But with Cecil's aid
And others, if our person be secured
From traitor stabs--we will make England great.
_Enter_ PAGET, _and other_ LORDS OF THE COUNCIL,
SIR RALPH BAGENHALL, _etc_.
LORDS. God save Elizabeth, the Queen of England!
BAGENHALL. God save the Crown!
ALICE. It is a saying among the Catholics.
CECIL. It never will be merry world in England,
Till all men have their Bible, rich and poor.
ALICE. The Queen is dying, or you dare not say it.
_Enter_ ELIZABETH.
ELIZABETH. The Queen is dead.
CECIL. Then here she stands! my homage.
ELIZABETH. She knew me, and acknowledged me her heir,
Pray'd me to pay her debts, and keep the Faith:
Then claspt the cross, and pass'd away in peace.
I left her lying still and beautiful,
More beautiful than in life. Why would you vex yourself,
Poor sister? Sir, I swear I have no heart
To be your Queen. To reign is restless fence,
Tierce, quart, and trickery. Peace is with the dead.
Her life was winter, for her spring was nipt:
And she loved much: pray God she be forgiven.
CECIL. Peace with the dead, who never were at peace!
Yet she loved one so much--I needs must say--
That never English monarch dying left
England so little.
ELIZABETH. But with Cecil's aid
And others, if our person be secured
From traitor stabs--we will make England great.
_Enter_ PAGET, _and other_ LORDS OF THE COUNCIL,
SIR RALPH BAGENHALL, _etc_.
LORDS. God save Elizabeth, the Queen of England!
BAGENHALL. God save the Crown!