Never, say I, shall that be!" The duchess had become pale, and a tremor ran through her proud form.
Her eyes flashed, and an angry word was already suspended on her lips; but she still held it back.

She violently forced herself to calmness and self-possession.
"Consider once more, Henry," said she, "do not decide at once.

You speak of our greatness; but you do not bear in mind the power of the Seymours.
I tell you they are powerful enough to tread us in the dust, despite all our greatness.

And they are not only powerful at the present; they will be so in the future also; for it is well known in what disposition and what way of thinking the Prince of Wales is trained up.

The king is old, weak, and failing; death lurks behind his throne, and will soon enough press him in his arms.