"Silence, unhappy man, silence! Know you that it is your sentence of death which you are now uttering?
Your sentence of death, if any soul hears you ?" "But no one hears me.

No one save the queen, and God, who, however, is perhaps more compassionate and merciful than the queen.

Accuse me then, queen; go and tell your king that Thomas Seymour is a traitor; that he dares love the queen.

The king will send me to the scaffold, but I shall nevertheless deem myself happy, for I shall at least die by your instrumentality.

Queen, if I cannot live for you, then beautiful it is to die for you!" Catharine listened to him wholly stupefied, wholly intoxicated.