You have reviled my mother, and I will go hence and tell her of it.

She will believe me; for she well knows that you hate her, and that you are a genuine son of your father; that is to say, a canting hypocrite, a miserable fellow, who carries virtue on the lips and crime in the heart." "Cease, I say, cease," cried the earl, "if you do not want me to forget that you are a woman and my sister!" "Forget it by all means," said she, scornfully.

"I have forgotten long since that you are my brother, as you have long since forgotten that you are the son of your mother.

Farewell, Earl of Surrey; I leave you and your palace, and will from this hour out abide with my mother, the divorced wife of the Duke of Norfolk.

But mark you this: we two are separated from you in our love--but not in our hate! Our hatred to you remains eternal and unchangeable; and one day it will crush you! Farewell, Earl of Surrey; we meet again in the king's presence!" She rushed to the door.