Gladly will I do all that you may demand; gladly will I welcome death and call it sweet, if I can thereby save him.

The faint hope your Majesty's words hold out makes me strong again.

Come, come, take my life; take all that I can give.

Give me him." "Do you believe that I am an ogress thirsting for blood, Dorothy, that you offer me your life for his?
You can purchase Sir John's life at a much smaller cost." Dorothy rose to the queen with a cry, and put her arms about her neck.

"You may purchase his freedom," continued the queen, "and you may serve your loving queen at one and the same time, if you wish to do so." Dorothy had sunk back into the bed, and Elizabeth was sitting close by her side; but when the queen spoke she turned her head on the pillow and kissed the royal hand which was resting upon the coverlid.
"Ah, you are so good, so true, and so beautiful," said Dorothy.
Her familiarity toward the queen was sweet to the woman, to whom it was new.
Dorothy did not thank the queen for her graciousness.