Like our cathedral porches, double-arched,
Seem made for passage of high thought.”
A part of this scene is particularly fine.
“Mary. Never was kind counsel needed more
By aching heart. Little you know my trials.
The fleetness of my horse scarce saved my life;
And I am queen in nothing but the name!
O sister, canst thou love me? Thou her child—
Beautiful Boleyn’s daughter—who destroyed
My mother—hapless queen, dishonored wife!