I with your nephew wish a word. The queen

Is graciously inclined to him; she wills

That to his custody the Scottish queen

Be with full powers intrusted. She relies

On his fidelity.

PAULET.

Relies!-'tis well--

LEICESTER.

What say you, sir?

PAULET.

Her majesty relies

On him; and I, my noble lord, rely

Upon myself, and my two open eyes.

[Exit.

SCENE VIII.

LEICESTER, MORTIMER.

LEICESTER (surprised).

What ailed the knight?

MORTIMER.

My lord, I cannot tell

What angers him: the confidence, perhaps,

The queen so suddenly confers on me.

LEICESTER.

Are you deserving then of confidence?

MORTIMER.

This would I ask of you, my Lord of Leicester.

LEICESTER.

You said you wished to speak with me in private.

MORTIMER.

Assure me first that I may safely venture.

LEICESTER.

Who gives me an assurance on your side?

Let not my want of confidence offend you;

I see you, sir, exhibit at this court

Two different aspects; one of them must be

A borrowed one; but which of them is real?

MORTIMER.

The selfsame doubts I have concerning you.

LEICESTER.

Which, then, shall pave the way to confidence?

MORTIMER.

He, who by doing it, is least in danger.

LEICESTER.

Well, that are you--

MORTIMER.

No, you; the evidence

Of such a weighty, powerful peer as you

Can overwhelm my voice. My accusation

Is weak against your rank and influence.

LEICESTER.

Sir, you mistake. In everything but this

I'm powerful here; but in this tender point

Which I am called upon to trust you with,

I am the weakest man of all the court,

The poorest testimony can undo me.

MORTIMER.

If the all-powerful Earl of Leicester deign

To stoop so low to meet me, and to make

Such a confession to me, I may venture

To think a little better of myself,

And lead the way in magnanimity.

LEICESTER.

Lead you the way of confidence, I'll follow.

MORTIMER (producing suddenly the letter).

Here is a letter from the Queen of Scotland.

LEICESTER (alarmed, catches hastily at the letter).

Speak softly, sir! what see I? Oh, it is

Her picture!

[Kisses and examines it with speechless joy-a pause.

MORTIMER (who has watched him closely the whole tine).

Now, my lord, I can believe you.

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