Madam,he said,remember that you are a Queen--Queen of England--mother of your people.Give not way to this wild storm of passion.Elizabeth turned round to him,while a tear actually twinkled in her proud and angry eye.Burleigh,she said,thou art a statesman--thou dost not,thou canst not,comprehend half the scorn,half the misery,that man has poured on me!With the utmost caution--with the deepest reverence--Burleigh took her hand at the moment he saw her heart was at the fullest,and led her aside to an oriel window,apart from the others.
Madam,he said,I am a statesman,but I am also a man--a man already grown old in your councils--who have not and cannot have a wish on earth but your glory and happiness;I pray you to be composed.Ah!Burleigh,said Elizabeth,thou little knowest--here her tears fell over her cheeks in despite of her.
I do--I do know,my honoured sovereign.Oh,beware that you lead not others to guess that which they know not!Ha!said Elizabeth,pausing as if a new train of thought had suddenly shot across her brain.Burleigh,thou art right--thou art right--anything but disgrace--anything but a confession of weakness--anything rather than seem the cheated,slighted--'sdeath!to think on it is distraction!
Be but yourself,my Queen,said Burleigh;and soar far above a weakness which no Englishman will ever believe his Elizabeth could have entertained,unless the violence of her disappointment carries a sad conviction to his bosom.What weakness,my lord?said Elizabeth haughtily;would you too insinuate that the favour in which I held yonder proud traitor derived its source from aught--But here she could no longer sustain the proud tone which she had assumed,and again softened as she said,But why should I strive to deceive even thee,my good and wise servant?Burleigh stooped to kiss her hand with affection,and--rare in the annals of courts--a tear of true sympathy dropped from the eye of the minister on the hand of his Sovereign.
It is probable that the consciousness of possessing this sympathy aided Elizabeth in supporting her mortification,and suppressing her extreme resentment;but she was still more moved by fear that her passion should betray to the public the affront and the disappointment,which,alike as a woman and a Queen,she was so anxious to conceal.She turned from Burleigh,and sternly paced the hall till her features had recovered their usual dignity,and her mien its wonted stateliness of regular motion.
Our Sovereign is her noble self once more,whispered Burleigh to Walsingham;mark what she does,and take heed you thwart her not.She then approached Leicester,and said with calmness,My Lord Shrewsbury,we discharge you of your prisoner.--My Lord of Leicester,rise and take up your sword;a quarter of an hour's restraint under the custody of our Marshal,my lord,is,we think,no high penance for months of falsehood practised upon us.
We will now hear the progress of this affair.She then seated herself in her chair,and said,You,Tressilian,step forward,and say what you know.Tressilian told his story generously,suppressing as much as he could what affected Leicester,and saying nothing of their having twice actually fought together.It is very probable that,in doing so,he did the Earl good service;for had the Queen at that instant found anything on account of which she could vent her wrath upon him,without laying open sentiments of which she was ashamed,it might have fared hard with him.She paused when Tressilian had finished his tale.
We will take that Wayland,she said,into our own service,and place the boy in our Secretary office for instruction,that he may in future use discretion towards letters.For you,Tressilian,you did wrong in not communicating the whole truth to us,and your promise not to do so was both imprudent and undutiful.Yet,having given your word to this unhappy lady,it was the part of a man and a gentleman to keep it;and on the whole,we esteem you for the character you have sustained in this matter.--My Lord of Leicester,it is now your turn to tell us the truth,an exercise to which you seem of late to have been too much a stranger.Accordingly,she extorted,by successive questions,the whole history of his first acquaintance with Amy Robsart--their marriage--his jealousy--the causes on which it was founded,and many particulars besides.Leicester's confession,for such it might be called,was wrenched from him piecemeal,yet was upon the whole accurate,excepting that he totally omitted to mention that he had,by implication or otherwise,assented to Varney's designs upon the life of his Countess.Yet the consciousness of this was what at that moment lay nearest to his heart;and although he trusted in great measure to the very positive counter-orders which he had sent by Lambourne,it was his purpose to set out for Cumnor Place in person as soon as he should be dismissed from the presence of the Queen,who,he concluded,would presently leave Kenilworth.
But the Earl reckoned without his host.It is true his presence and his communications were gall and wormwood to his once partial mistress.But barred from every other and more direct mode of revenge,the Queen perceived that she gave her false suitor torture by these inquiries,and dwelt on them for that reason,no more regarding the pain which she herself experienced,than the savage cares for the searing of his own hands by grasping the hot pincers with which he tears the flesh of his captive enemy.