Andnow，whilethesubduedyetproudsmilewithwhichhedisclaimedthoseinferenceswasyetcurlinghischeek，theQueenshotintothecircle，herpassionsexcitedtotheuttermost;andsupportingwithonehand，andapparentlywithoutaneffort，thepaleandsinkingformofhisalmostexpiringwife，andpointingwiththefingeroftheothertoherhalf—deadfeatures，demandedinavoicethatsoundedtotheearsoftheastoundedstatesmanlikethelastdreadtrumpet—callthatistosummonbodyandspirittothejudgment—seat，\"Knowestthouthiswoman？\"
As，attheblastofthatlasttrumpet，theguiltyshallcalluponthemountainstocoverthem，Leicester\'sinwardthoughtsinvokedthestatelyarchwhichhehadbuiltinhispridetoburstitsstrongconjunction，andoverwhelmtheminitsruins。Butthecementedstones，architraveandbattlement，stoodfast;anditwastheproudmasterhimselfwho，asifsomeactualpressurehadbenthimtotheearth，kneeleddownbeforeElizabeth，andprostratedhisbrowtothemarbleflag—stonesonwhichshestood。
\"Leicester，\"saidElizabeth，inavoicewhichtrembledwithpassion，\"couldIthinkthouhastpractisedonme——onmethySovereign——onmethyconfiding，thytoopartialmistress，thebaseandungratefuldeceptionwhichthypresentconfusionsurmises——byallthatisholy，falselord，thatheadofthinewereinasgreatperilaseverwasthyfather\'s！\"
Leicesterhadnotconsciousinnocence，buthehadpridetosupporthim。Heraisedslowlyhisbrowandfeatures，whichwereblackandswolnwithcontendingemotions，andonlyreplied，\"Myheadcannotfallbutbythesentenceofmypeers。TothemIwillplead，andnottoaprincesswhothusrequitesmyfaithfulservice。\"
\"What！mylords，\"saidElizabeth，lookingaround，\"wearedefied，Ithink——defiedintheCastlewehaveourselvesbestowedonthisproudman！——MyLordShrewsbury，youareMarshalofEngland，attachhimofhightreason。\"