"It may be as thou sayest," he said?
"and, in sooth, I care not whether truth or cowardice dictate thy forebodings.

But it shall not be said I fell without a struggle.

Give orders that those of my retainers who served under me in Ireland be gradually drawn into the main Keep, and let our gentlemen and friends stand on their guard, and go armed, as if they expected arm onset from the followers of Sussex.
Possess the townspeople with some apprehension; let them take arms, and be ready, at a given signal, to overpower the Pensioners and Yeomen of the Guard." "Let me remind you, my lord," said Varney, with the same appearance of deep and melancholy interest, "that you have given me orders to prepare for disarming the Queen's guard.

It is an act of high treason, but you shall nevertheless be obeyed." "I care not," said Leicester desperately--"I care not.

Shame is behind me, ruin before me; I must on." Here there was another pause, which Varney at length broke with the following words: "It is come to the point I have long dreaded.