How! Does some demon chain me to this spot?
To hear what I would shudder to behold?
That voice – it is the dean's, exhorting her;
She interrupts him. Hark – she prays aloud;
Her voice is firm – now all is still, quite still!
And sobs and women's moans are all I hear.
Now, they undress her; they remove the stool;
She kneels upon the cushion; lays her head —
[Having spoken these last words, and paused awhile, he is seen with a convulsive motion suddenly to shrink and faint away; a confused hum of voices is heard at the same moment from below, and continues for some time.
SCENE XI
The Second Chamber in the Fourth Act.
ELIZABETH (entering from a side door; her gait and action expressive of the most violent uneasiness)
No message yet arrived! What! no one here!
Will evening never come! Stands the sun still
In its ethereal course? I can no more
Remain upon the rack of expectation!
Is it accomplished? Is it not? I shudder
At both events, and do not dare to ask.
My Lord of Leicester comes not, – Burleigh too,
Whom I appointed to fulfil the sentence.
If they have quitted London then 'tis done,
The bolt has left its rest – it cuts the air —
It strikes; has struck already: were my realm
At stake I could not now arrest its course.
Who's there?
SCENE XII
Enter a PAGE.
ELIZABETH
Returned alone? Where are the lords?
PAGE
My Lord High-Treasurer and the Earl of Leicester?
ELIZABETH
Where are they?
PAGE
They are not in London.
ELIZABETH
No!
Where are they then?
PAGE
That no one could inform me;
Before the dawn, mysteriously, in haste
They quitted London.
ELIZABETH (exultingly)
I am Queen of England!
[Walking up and down in the greatest agitation.
Go – call me – no, remain, boy! She is dead;
Now have I room upon the earth at last.
Why do I shake? Whence comes this aguish dread?
My fears are covered by the grave; who dares
To say I did it? I have tears enough
In store to weep her fall. Are you still here?
[To the PAGE.
Command my secretary, Davison,
To come to me this instant. Let the Earl
Of Shrewsbury be summoned. Here he comes.
[Exit PAGE.
SCENE XIII
Enter SHREWSBURY.
ELIZABETH
Welcome, my noble lord. What tidings; say
It cannot be a trifle which hath led
Your footsteps hither at so late an hour.
SHREWSBURY
My liege, the doubts that hung upon my heart,
And dutiful concern for your fair fame,
Directed me this morning to the Tower,
Where Mary's secretaries, Nau and Curl,