Herbert:
Damn your privilege. [Strikes him. Raleigh’s sword flashes out: Herbert draws too. At this moment the door opens and discovers the Queen.]
Queen Elizabeth:
Fighting! Here! [Raleigh bows composedly, and steps back. Herbert flings his sword on the ground and throws himself on one knee before her.]
Herbert:
What better thing on earth to fight for, than a sight of you, my Queen! [Queen lifts him, smiling as the curtain falls.]