So much provoke, are now the very tools
With which we'll work his ruin.
Hex. But still proceed with caution; gain the queen;
For she, from ev'ry hue of circumstance,
Must be his enemy.
Alwy. I have done that already.
By counterfeiting Ethwald's signature
Whilst in that still and deathlike state he lay,
To hinder Ethelbert's rash treacherous haste
From setting Edward free, I have done that
For which, tho' Ethwald thanks me, I must needs
On bended knee, for courtly pardon sue.
The queen I have address'd with humble suit
My cause to plead with her great Lord, and she
Will for the very pride of granting me
Her most magnificent and high protection
Be of our party, e'en if on her mind
No other motive press'd.
Hex. I doubt it not, and yet I fear her spirit,
Proud and aspiring, will desire to rule
More than befits our purpose.
Alwy. Fear it not.
It is the shew and worship of high state
That she delights in more than real power:
She has more joy in stretching forth her hand
And saying, "I command," than, in good truth,
Seeing her will obey'd.
Enter Queen with Dwina and Attendants.
Hex. Saint Alban bless you, high and royal dame!
We are not here, in an intruding spirit,
Before your royal presence.
