"My lord," he said, leading him to a mirror, "behold your reflection in that glass, and think if these agitated features belong to one who, in a condition so extreme, is capable of forming a resolution for himself." "What, then, wouldst thou make me ?" said Leicester, struck at the change in his own physiognomy, though offended at the freedom with which Varney made the appeal.

"Am I to be thy ward, thy vassal,--the property and subject of my servant ?" "No, my lord," said Varney firmly, "but be master of yourself, and of your own passion.

My lord, I, your born servant, am ashamed to see how poorly you bear yourself in the storm of fury.

Go to Elizabeth's feet, confess your marriage--impeach your wife and her paramour of adultery--and avow yourself, amongst all your peers, the wittol who married a country girl, and was cozened by her and her book-learned gallant.

Go, my lord--but first take farewell of Richard Varney, with all the benefits you ever conferred on him.