He is at hand for examination." "Let it be for another time," said the Queen.

"But, Sir Richard, we envy you not your domestic felicity; your lady railed on you bitterly, and seemed ready to swoon at beholding you." "It is the nature of persons in her disorder, so please your Grace," answered Varney, "to be ever most inveterate in their spleen against those whom, in their better moments, they hold nearest and dearest." "We have heard so, indeed," said Elizabeth, "and give faith to the saying." "May your Grace then be pleased," said Varney, "to command my unfortunate wife to be delivered into the custody of her friends ?" Leicester partly started; but making a strong effort, he subdued his emotion, while Elizabeth answered sharply, "You are something too hasty, Master Varney.

We will have first a report of the lady's health and state of mind from Masters, our own physician, and then determine what shall be thought just.

You shall have license, however, to see her, that if there be any matrimonial quarrel betwixt you--such things we have heard do occur, even betwixt a loving couple--you may make it up, without further scandal to our court or trouble to ourselves." Varney bowed low, and made no other answer.
Elizabeth again looked towards Leicester, and said, with a degree of condescension which could only arise out of the most heartfelt interest, "Discord, as the Italian poet says, will find her way into peaceful convents, as well as into the privacy of families; and we fear our own guards and ushers will hardly exclude her from courts.

My Lord of Leicester, you are offended with us, and we have right to be offended with you.