Well, perhaps it is well for you, and that's why you are gentle and loving." "If I am gentle, Sire, it is trouble that has gentled me, who have suffered so much, and know not even now whether after one week of marriage I am wife or widow." "Widow?
Should that be so, come to me and I will find you another and a nobler spouse.

With your face and possessions it will not be difficult.
Nay, do not weep, for your sake I trust that this lucky man may live to comfort you and serve his King.

At least he'll be no Spaniard's tool and Pope's plotter." "Well will he serve your Grace if God gives him the chance, as my murdered father did." "We know it, Lady.

Cromwell, will you never have finished with those writings?
The Council waits us, and so does supper, and a word or two with her Grace ere bedtime.

You, Thomas Bolle, you are no fool and can hold a sword; tell me, shall I go up north to fight the rebels, or bide here and let others do it ?" "Bide here, your Grace," answered Thomas promptly.