And again her generosity comes out:
“We have obscured a dawn. If spared, God grant
We may make bright the queen’s triumphant way
Like clouds that glorify the wake of noon.”
She, too, sees the “true minister of Christ” in Fakenham:
“Fearless of danger in discharge of duty,
And to the mourner prodigally kind.”
Such Protestants as she are never formal heretics: they have too much humility. When Fakenham is pleading her cause with the Tudor, who displays for a season the vindictiveness of woman against woman, Jane disallows his attestation of her innocence:
“Ah, sir, too gently have you judged me!
Usurper of the consecrated crown.