The mere suspicion is enough to condemn me.

Ah, if he knew what we have just now spoken here, he would condemn me, as he condemned Catharine Howard, though I am not guilty as she was.

Ah, I shudder at the thought of the block; and you, Earl Seymour, you would bring me to the scaffold, and yet you say you love me!" Seymour sunk his head mournfully upon his breast and sighed deeply.

"You have pronounced my sentence, queen, and though you are too noble to tell me the truth, yet I have guessed it.

No, you do not love me, for you see with keen eyes the danger that threatens you, and you fear for yourself.
No, you love me not, else you would think of nothing save love alone.
The dangers would animate you, and the sword which hangs over your head you would not see, or you would with rapture grasp its edge and say, 'What is death to me, since I am happy! What care I for dying, since I have felt immortal happiness!' Ah, Catharine, you have a cold heart and a cool head.