Chapter 391

Enter HANNAH KENNEDY.

KENNEDY (to CURL). Go, madam, and require a cup of wine-- 'Tis for our lady.

MELVIL. Is the queen then sick?

KENNEDY. She thinks that she is strong; she is deceived By her heroic courage; she believes She has no need of nourishment; yet still A hard and painful task's allotted her. Her enemies shall not enjoy the triumph; They shall not say that fear hath blanched her cheeks When her fatigues have conquered human weakness.

MELVIL. May I approach her?

KENNEDY. She will come herself.