On Saturday, the 9th of July, we will be with you at Kenilworth.

We pray you to forget none of our appointed guests and suitors, and in especial this light-o'-love, Amy Robsart.

We would wish to see the woman who could postpone yonder poetical gentleman, Master Tressilian, to your man, Richard Varney.'-- Now, Varney, ply thine invention, whose forge hath availed us so often for sure as my name is Dudley, the danger menaced by my horoscope is now darkening around me." "Can my lady be by no means persuaded to bear for a brief space the obscure character which circumstances impose on her ?" Said Varney after some hesitation.
"How, sirrah?
my Countess term herself thy wife!--that may neither stand with my honour nor with hers." "Alas! my lord," answered Varney, "and yet such is the quality in which Elizabeth now holds her; and to contradict this opinion is to discover all." "Think of something else, Varney," said the Earl, in great agitation; "this invention is nought.

If I could give way to it, she would not; for I tell thee, Varney, if thou knowest it not, that not Elizabeth on the throne has more pride than the daughter of this obscure gentleman of Devon.

She is flexible in many things, but where she holds her honour brought in question she hath a spirit and temper as apprehensive as lightning, and as swift in execution." "We have experienced that, my lord, else had we not been thus circumstanced," said Varney.