"I will never more depart from your side, if you do not wish me to go.

I am yours!--your slave, your vassal; and I will never be anything else but this alone.

They may betray me; your father may punish me for high treason; yet will I exult in my good fortune, for Elizabeth loves me, and it will be for Elizabeth that I die!" "You shall not die!" cried she, clinging fast to him.

"You shall live, live at my side, proud, great, and happy! You shall be my lord and my master; and if I am ever queen, and I feel here in my heart that I must become so, then will Thomas Seymour be King of England." "That is to say, in the quiet and secrecy of your chamber I should perhaps be so!" said he with a sigh.

"But there without, before the world, I shall still be ever only a servant; and at the best, I shall be called the favorite." "Never, never, that I swear to you! Said I not that I loved you ?" "But the love of a woman is so changeable! Who knows how long it will be before you will tread under your feet poor Thomas Seymour, when once the crown has adorned your brow." She looked at him well-nigh horrified.