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...Philip comes, one hand in mine, and one Steadying the tremulous pillars of the Church-- But no, no, no. Farewell. I am somewhat faint With our long talk. Tho' Queen, I am not Queen Of mine own heart, which every now and then Beats me half dead: yet stay, this golden chain-- My father on a birthday gave it me, And I have broken with my father--take And wear it as memorial of a morning Which found me full of foolish doubts, and leaves me As hopeful.
RENARD (_aside_). Whew-The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.(_Aloud_) Madam, This chains me to your service, not with gold, But dearest links of love. Farewell, and trust me, Philip is yours. [_Exit_.
MARY. Mine--but not yet all mine.
USHER. Your Council is in Session, please your Majesty.
MARY. Sir, let them sit. I must have time to breathe. No, say I come. (_Exit_ USHER.) I won by boldness once. The Emperor counsell'd me to fly to Flanders. I would not; but a hundred miles I... Tennyson, Lord Alfred
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