I understood you heart, for Thomas Seymour is worthy of being loved.
But you are right; for the king's wife it was a sinful love, however innocent and pure I may have been.

On that account I wanted to renounce it; on that account I wanted, on the first confession from you, to silently sacrifice myself.

You yourself have now made it an impossibility.

Go, then, and accuse us to your father, and fear not that I will belie my heart.

Now, that the crisis has come, it shall find me prepared; and on the scaffold I will still account myself blest, for Thomas Seymour loves me!" "Ay, he loves you, Catharine!" cried he, completely overcome and enchanted by her noble, majestic bearing.
"He loves you so warmly and ardently, that death with you seems to him an enviable lot; and he would not exchange it for any throne nor for any crown." And as he thus spoke, he put his arms around Catharine's neck, and impetuously drew her to his heart.
Elizabeth uttered a fierce scream, and sprang to the door.