He will listen calmly to you, whom he loves, or to me, who was permitted to remain at his side as a page, or probably to the two Granvelles, Malfalconnet, and others whom he trusts, when they venture to warn him--" "And yet keep on in his mad career," interrupted Queen Mary with an angry gesture of the hand.
"Plus ultra--more, farther--is his motto," observed Quijada in a tone of justification.
"Forward ceaselessly, for aught I care, so long as the stomach and the feet are sound!" replied the Queen, raising her hand to the high lace ruff, which oppressed the breathing of one so accustomed to the outdoor air.

"But when, like him, a man must give up deer-stalking and at every movement makes a wry face and can scarcely repress a groan--it might move a stone to pity!--he ought to choose another motto.

Persuade him to do so, Quijada, if you are really his friend." The smile with which the nobleman listened to this request plainly showed the futility of the demand.
The Queen noticed it, threw her arm aloft as if she were hurling a hunting spear, and exclaimed "I'm not easily deceived, Luis.

Whether you could or not, the will is lacking.

You shun the attempt! Because you are young yourself, and can still cope with the bear and wild boar, you like the motto, which will probably lead to new wars, and thereby to fresh renown.