Be on your guard, queen: I heard this morning the first growl of the thunder, and in Lady Jane's eyes I observed the stealthy lightning.

Trust her not.

Trust no one here but your friends Cranmer and John Heywood." "And you say, that in all this court, among all these brilliant women, these brave cavaliers, the poor queen has not a single friend, not a soul, whom she may trust, on whom she may lean?
Oh, John Heywood, think again, have pity on the poverty of a queen.

Think again.

Say, only you two?
No friend but you ?" And the queen's eyes filled with tears, which she tried in vain to repress.
John Heywood saw it and sighed deeply.