That is music well pleasing to God; and the angels in heaven will triumph and be glad when the heretical and infidel Queen Catharine also has to strike up this music of the damned.

Now I go to the holy labor of love and godly wrath.
Pray for me, my son, that I may succeed.

Remain here in the anteroom, and await my call; perhaps we shall need you.

Pray for us, and with us.
Ah, we still owe this heretical queen a grudge for Anne Askew.

To-day we will pay her.