She is of noble, of royal blood, and Cardinal Pole is her son.

You would punish the son through the mother, and because you cannot throttle the cardinal, you murder his mother." "Oh, you are a very knowing child!" cried the king, with an inhuman, ironical laugh.

"You know my most secret thoughts and my most hidden feelings.

Without doubt you are a good papist, since the death of the popish countess fills you with such heart-rending grief.

Then you must confess, at the least, that it is right to burn the four heretics!" "Heretics!" exclaimed Anne, enthusiastically, "call you heretics those noble men who go gladly and boldly to death for their convictions and their faith?
King Henry! King Henry! Woe to you if these men are condemned as heretics! They alone are the faithful, they are the true servants of God.