But who says you are driven away, or that you are exiled?
Who says that your devotion will not be remembered?
I do not speak on any one's behalf but my own, when I tell you to leave.

Do me this kindness,--grant me this favor; let me, for this also, be indebted to one of your name." "It is for your sake, then, madame ?" "For mine alone." "No one whom I shall leave behind me will venture to mock,--no prince even who shall say, 'I required it.'" "Listen to me, duke," and hereupon the dignified features of the queen assumed a solemn expression.

"I swear to you that no one commands in this matter but myself.

I swear to you that, not only shall no one either laugh or boast in any way, but no one even shall fail in the respect due to your rank.

Rely upon me, duke, as I rely upon you." "You do not explain yourself, madame; my heart is full of bitterness, and I am in utter despair; no consolation, however gentle and affectionate, can afford me relief." "Do you remember your mother, duke ?" replied the queen, with a winning smile.
"Very slightly, madame; yet I remember how she used to cover me with her caresses and her tears whenever I wept." "Villiers," murmured the queen, passing her arm round the young man's neck, "look upon me as your mother, and believe that no one shall ever make my son weep." "I thank you, madame," said the young man affected and almost suffocated by his emotion; "I feel there is still room in my heart for a gentler and nobler sentiment than love." The queen-mother looked at him and pressed his hand.