CHAPTER XXXII.
The wisest Sovereigns err like private men, And royal hand has sometimes laid the sword Of chivalry upon a worthless shoulder, Which better had been branded by the hangman.
What then ?--Kings do their best; and they and we Must answer for the intent, and not the event .-- OLD PLAY.
"It is a melancholy matter," said the Queen, when Tressilian was withdrawn, "to see a wise and learned man's wit thus pitifully unsettled.

Yet this public display of his imperfection of brain plainly shows us that his supposed injury and accusation were fruitless; and therefore, my Lord of Leicester, we remember your suit formerly made to us in behalf of your faithful servant Varney, whose good gifts and fidelity, as they are useful to you, ought to have due reward from us, knowing well that your lordship, and all you have, are so earnestly devoted to our service.

And we render Varney the honour more especially that we are a guest, and, we fear, a chargeable and troublesome one, under your lordship's roof; and also for the satisfaction of the good old Knight of Devon, Sir Hugh Robsart, whose daughter he hath married, and we trust the especial mark of grace which we are about to confer may reconcile him to his son-in-law .-- Your sword, my Lord of Leicester." The Earl unbuckled his sword, and taking it by the point, presented on bended knee the hilt to Elizabeth.
She took it slowly drew it from the scabbard, and while the ladies who stood around turned away their eyes with real or affected shuddering, she noted with a curious eye the high polish and rich, damasked ornaments upon the glittering blade.
"Had I been a man," she said, "methinks none of my ancestors would have loved a good sword better.

As it is with me, I like to look on one, and could, like the Fairy of whom I have read in some Italian rhymes--were my godson Harrington here, he could tell me the passage--even trim my hair, and arrange my head-gear, in such a steel mirror as this is .-- Richard Varney, come forth, and kneel down.

In the name of God and Saint George, we dub thee knight! Be Faithful, Brave, and Fortunate.
Arise, Sir Richard Varney." [The incident alluded to occurs in the poem of Orlando Innamorato of Boiardo, libro ii.