"An order of imprisonment--that is to say, a death-warrant! For when once the threshold of that frightful Tower is crossed, it denotes that it is never to be left again; and if a queen is arrested and accused, then is she also already condemned.

Oh, my God, princess, do you comprehend that--to have to die while life still throbs so fresh and warm in our veins?
To be obliged to go to death, while the future still allures us with a thousand hopes, a thousand wishes?
My God, to have to descend into the desolate prison and into the gloomy grave, while the world greets us with alluring voices, and spring-tide has scarcely awoke in our heart!" Streams of tears burst from her eyes, and she hid her face in her trembling hands.
"Weep not, queen," whispered Elizabeth, herself trembling and pale as death.

"Weep not; but consider what is to be done.

Each minute, and the danger increases; each minute brings the evil nearer to us." "You are right," said Catharine, as she again raised her head, and shook the tears from her eyes.

"Yes, you are right; it is not time to weep and wail.