England. My lord, I learn that the quarrel between Her Majesty and the King grows. He of whom I told Your Lordship has many marks of her favour, which the King has been heard to say do much discredit him to be so slighted for an Italian jay. So far that much is intended, as I think, against the intruder, even to extremity, which indeed may also glance at Majesty itself, and so strike as it were to the root. Or if that be not so and Master David only be practised against, then the Queen's anger must be such as will not easily be paid, and all that is hoped for may be between her and the King. I am, my lord, Your Lordship's humble servant, Thomas Randolph."
Randolph: Madam, I have but to convey what falls out. I set it down, merely. I desire nothing.
Mary: "All that is hoped for."
Randolph: By some.
Mary: By my cousin. But we needed no letters. It shall not be kept against you. (She gives him the letter.) And I have a mind that will care for no reckoning—you need not fear. You do but—set it down. But I wished you to
