Thy queen, on her heart’s knees, thanks and rewards thee.
Whose is this deed? By God’s death, answer me!
Ay, Gardiner, thou shalt answer for this thing,
If thou hast done it.
Gardiner. Let me see the paper.
A sorry trick to fright the princess! Trust me,
I had no hand in it. [He tears the warrant.
Queen. Inhuman hounds!
That worry your poor victim ere you slay it.
But I shall balk your malice. Silence, Gardiner!