You shall hear me, queen!" "No, no," said she, almost in anguish, "I will not, I cannot hear you! Remember that I am Henry the Eighth's wife, and that it is dangerous to speak to her.

Silence, then, earl, silence, and let us ride on." She would have arisen, but her own exhaustion and Lord Seymour's hand caused her to sink back again.
"No, I will not be silent," said he.

"I will not be silent until I have told you all that rages and glows within me.

The Queen of England may either condemn me or pardon me, but she shall know that to me she is not Henry the Eighth's wife, but only the most charming and graceful, the noblest and loveliest woman in England.

I will tell her that I never recollect she is my queen, or, if I do so, it is only to curse the king, who was presumptuous enough to set this brightly sparkling jewel in his bloody crown." Catharine, almost horrified, laid her hand on Seymour's lips.