'Beware the Gipsy'!" said the Duke's Daughter in a low tone to Angele, and she laughed lightly.
"Who is the Gipsy ?" asked Angele, with good suspicion, however.
"Who but Leicester," answered the other.

"Is he not black enough ?" "Why was he so called?
Who put the name upon Who but the Earl of Sussex as he died--as noble a chief, as true a counsellor as ever spoke truth to a Queen.

But truth is not all at Court, and Sussex was no flatterer.
Leicester bowed under the storm for a moment when Sussex showed him in his true colours; but Sussex had no gift of intrigue, the tide turned, and so he broke his heart, and died.

But he left a message which I sometimes remember with my collects.

'I am now passing to another world,' said he, 'and must leave you to your fortunes and to the Queen's grace and goodness; but beware the Gipsy, for he will be too hard for all of you; you know not the beast so well as I do.' But my Lord Sussex was wrong.