[Lord Burleigh's honest fears, I know it well,
Are but the offspring of his faithful care;
But yet, Lord Leicester has most truly said,
There is no need of haste; our enemy
Hath lost already her most dangerous sting —
The mighty arm of France: the fear that she
Might quickly be the victim of their zeal
Will curb the blind impatience of her friends.]
SCENE IV
Enter SIR AMIAS PAULET and MORTIMER.
ELIZABETH
There's Sir Amias Paulet; noble sir,
What tidings bring you?
PAULET
Gracious sovereign,
My nephew, who but lately is returned
From foreign travel, kneels before thy feet,
And offers thee his first and earliest homage,
Grant him thy royal grace, and let him grow
And flourish in the sunshine of thy favor.
MORTIMER (kneeling on one knee)
Long live my royal mistress! Happiness
And glory from a crown to grace her brows!
ELIZABETH
Arise, sir knight; and welcome here in England;
You've made, I hear, the tour, have been in France
And Rome, and tarried, too, some time at Rheims:
Tell me what plots our enemies are hatching?
MORTIMER
May God confound them all! And may the darts
Which they shall aim against my sovereign,
Recoiling, strike their own perfidious breasts!
ELIZABETH
Did you see Morgan, and the wily Bishop
Of Ross?
MORTIMER
I saw, my queen, all Scottish exiles
Who forge at Rheims their plots against this realm.
I stole into their confidence in hopes
To learn some hint of their conspiracies.
PAULET
Private despatches they intrusted to him,
In cyphers, for the Queen of Scots, which he,
With loyal hand, hath given up to us.
ELIZABETH
Say, what are then their latest plans of treason?
MORTIMER
It struck them all as 'twere a thunderbolt,
That France should leave them, and with England close
This firm alliance; now they turn their hopes
Towards Spain —
ELIZABETH
This, Walsingham hath written us.
MORTIMER
Besides, a bull, which from the Vatican
Pope Sixtus lately levelled at thy throne,
Arrived at Rheims, as I was leaving it;
With the next ship we may expect it here.
LEICESTER
England no more is frightened by such arms.
BURLEIGH
They're always dangerous in bigots' hands.
ELIZABETH (looking steadfastly at MORTIMER)
Your enemies have said that you frequented
The schools at Rheims, and have abjured your faith.
MORTIMER