Amazement! can it be, sweet Margaret—
That she has read our love?—impossible!—and yet—
That lip ne'er wore so sweet a smile!—it is.
That look is pardon and acceptance! (aloud)—
speak. (He falls at the Queen's feet.)
Madam, in pity speak but one word more,—
Who is that woman?
QUEEN (throwing off her veil.)
I am that woman!
BOURBON (starting up.)