Who knows whether the rack may not yet conquer your spirit, and whether you, with your mangled limbs, may not by the fury of the pain yet be brought to that point that you will recant and abjure your faith ?" "If I could do that," cried Anne Askew, with flashing eyes, "believe me, queen, as soon as I came to my senses I would lay violent hands on myself, in order to give myself over to eternal damnation, as the punishment of my recantation! God has ordered that I shall be a sign of the true faith.

Be His command fulfilled!" "Well, then, so be it," said Catharine resolutely.

"Do not recant, but save yourself from your executioners! I, Anne, I, will save you! I cannot bear--I cannot think of it--that this dear noble form should be sacrificed to a vile delusion of man; that they will torture to the honor of God a noble likeness of the same God! Oh, come, come, I will save you! I, the queen! Give me your hand.

Follow me out of this dungeon.

I know a path that leads out of this place; and I will conceal you so long in my own apartments that you can continue your flight without danger." "No, no, queen, you shall not conceal her with you!" said John Heywood.
"You have been graciously pleased to allow me to be your confidant; envy me not, then, a share in your noble work also.