Sire, I alone am the guilty one.

Punish me, then--torture me, if you like--but be merciful to her." The king broke out into a loud laugh.

"Ah, he begs for her!" said he.

"This little Earl Surrey presumes to think that his sentimental love-plaint can exercise an influence on the heart of his judge! No, no, Henry Howard; you know me better.

You say, indeed, that I am a cruel man, and that blood cleaves to my crown.