But I repeat it, queen, I do not accept this offer of your magnanimity.

You are to make me either a criminal or a god; for I am a criminal if you condemn my love, a god if you return it." "And do you know, earl," whispered Catharine, "that you are very cruel?
You want me to be either an accuser or an accomplice.

You leave me no choice but that of being either your murderess or a perjured and adulterous woman--a wife who forgets her plighted faith and her sacred duty, and defiles the crown which my husband has placed upon my head with stains, which Henry will wash out with my own blood and with yours also." "Let it be so, then," cried the earl, almost joyfully.

"Let my head fall, no matter how or when, if you but love me; for then I shall still be immortal; for a moment in your arms is an eternity of bliss." "But I have already told you that not only your head, but mine also, is concerned in this matter.

You know the king's harsh and cruel disposition.