my lips to say
"Do not traduce me to her!"

_Lady Carlisle._ But the King....

_Strafford._ The King stood there, 'tis not so long ago,
--There; and the whisper, Lucy, "Be my friend
Of friends!"--My King! I would have....

_Lady Carlisle._ ... Died for him?

_Strafford._ Sworn him true, Lucy: I can die for him.

_Lady Carlisle._ But go not, Strafford! But you must renounce
This project on the Scots! Die, wherefore die?
Charles never loved you.

_Strafford._ And he never will.
He's not of those who care the more for men
That they're unfortunate.

_Lady Carlisle._ Then wherefore die
For such a master?

_Strafford._ You that told me first
How good he was--when I must leave true friends
To find a truer friend!--that drew me here
From Ireland,--"I had but to show myself
And Charles would spurn Vane, Savile, and the rest"--
You, child, to ask me this?

_Lady Carlisle._ (If he have set
His heart abidingly on Charles!)
Then, friend,
I shall not see you any more.

_Strafford._ Yes, Lucy.
There's one man here I have to meet.

_Lady Carlisle._ (The King!
What way to save him from the King?
My soul--
That lent from its own store the charmed disguise
Which clothes the King--he shall behold my soul!)
Strafford,--I shall speak best if you'll not gaze
Upon me: I had never thought, indeed,
To speak, but you would perish too, so sure!
Could you but know what 'tis to bear, my friend,
One image stamped within you, turning blank
The else imperial brilliance of your mind,--
A weakness, but most precious,--like a flaw
I' the diamond, which should shape forth some sweet face
Yet to create, and meanwhile treasured there
Lest nature lose her gracious thought for ever!

_Strafford._ When could it be? no! Yet ... was it the day
We waited in the anteroom, till Holland
Should leave the presence-chamber?

_Lady Carlisle._ What?

_Strafford._ --That I
Described to you my love for Charles?

_Lady Carlisle._ (Ah, no--
One must not lure him from a love like that!
Oh, let him love the King and die! 'Tis past.
I shall not serve him worse for that one brief
And passionate hope, silent