The good leech did your bidding and sent your note to the lady; but there your bad play ended and Fate's began.

A rabbit's brains, Leicester--and a rabbit's end.

Fate has the brains you need." Leicester's anger burst forth now under the lash of ridicule.

"I cannot hope to win when your Majesty plays Fate in caricature." With a little gasp of rage Elizabeth leaned over and slapped his face with her long glove.

"Death of my life, but I who made you do unmake you!" she cried.
He dropped his hand on his sword.