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Leicester, said Elizabeth, in a voice which trembled with passion,
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My head can not fall but by the sentence of my peers; to them I will plead, and not to a princess who thus requites my faithful service.
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What! my lords, said Elizabeth, looking around,
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Whom does your Grace mean?
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Whom should I mean but that traitor Dudley, Earl of Leicester!--Cousin of Hunsdon, order out your band of gentlemen pensioners, and take him into custody.--I say, villain, make haste!
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And it is like your Grace might order me to the Tower to-morrow for making too much haste. I do beseech you to be patient.
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Patient--God's life! exclaimed the Queen,
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He is guiltless, madam, he is guiltless--no one can lay aught to the charge of the noble Leicester.
human
Why, minion, answered the Queen,
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Did I say so? repeated the unhappy Amy, laying aside every consideration of consistency and of self-interest:
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Woman! said Elizabeth,
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I will know who has moved thee to this; or my wrath--and the wrath of kings is a flaming fire--shall wither and consume thee like a weed in the furnace.