What he had to request of God was not allowed to reach the ear of the king.
"Grant, O God," prayed he in his heart, "grant that my work may prosper, and that this dangerous queen may ascend the scaffold, to make room for my daughter, who is destined to bring back into the arms of our holy mother, the Church--guilty and faithless king." "Now my lords," said the king, fetching a long breath, "now tell me how stand matters in my kingdom, and at my court ?" "Badly," said Gardiner.

"Unbelief again lifts up its head.

It is a hydra.

If you strike off one of its heads, two others immediately spring up in its place.

This cursed sect of reformists and atheists multiplies day by day, and our prisons are no longer sufficient to contain them; and when we drag them to the stake, their joyful and courageous death always makes fresh proselytes and fresh apostates." "Yes, matters are bad," said the Lord Chancellor Wriothesley; "in vain have we promised pardon and forgiveness to all those who would return penitent and contrite; they laugh to scorn our offers of pardon, and prefer a death of torture to the royal clemency.