LEICESTER (running over the letter without losing his presence of mind)
'Tis Mary Stuart's hand —
ELIZABETH
Read and be dumb!
LEICESTER (having read it quietly)
Appearance is against me, yet I hope
I shall not by appearances be judged.
ELIZABETH
Can you deny your secret correspondence
With Mary? – that she sent and you received
Her picture, that you gave her hopes of rescue?
LEICESTER
It were an easy matter, if I felt
That I were guilty of a crime, to challenge
The testimony of my enemy:
Yet bold is my good conscience. I confess
That she hath said the truth.
ELIZABETH
Well then, thou wretch!
BURLEIGH
His own words sentence him —
ELIZABETH
Out of my sight!
Away! Conduct the traitor to the Tower!
LEICESTER
I am no traitor; it was wrong, I own,
To make a secret of this step to thee;
Yet pure was my intention, it was done
To search into her plots and to confound them.
ELIZABETH
Vain subterfuge!
BURLEIGH
And do you think, my lord —
LEICESTER
I've played a dangerous game, I know it well,
And none but Leicester dare be bold enough
To risk it at this court. The world must know
How I detest this Stuart, and the rank
Which here I hold; my monarch's confidence,
With which she honors me, must sure suffice
To overturn all doubt of my intentions.
Well may the man thy favor above all
Distinguishes pursue a daring course
To do his duty!
BURLEIGH
If the course was good,
Wherefore conceal it?
LEICESTER
You are used, my lord,
To prate before you act; the very chime
Of your own deeds. This is your manner, lord;
But mine is first to act, and then to speak.
BURLEIGH
Yes, now you speak because you must.
LEICESTER (measuring him proudly and disdainfully with his eyes)
And you
Boast of a wonderful, a mighty action,
That you have saved the queen, have snatched away
The mask from treachery; all is known to you;
You think, forsooth, that nothing can escape
Your penetrating eyes. Poor, idle boaster!
In spite of all your cunning, Mary Stuart
Was free to-day, had I not hindered it.
BURLEIGH
How? You?
LEICESTER