Queen Mary and Harold

COURTENAY. When do you meet?

NOAILLES. To-night.

COURTENAY (_aside_). I will be there; the fellow's at his tricks-- Deep--I shall fathom him. (_Aloud_) Good morning, Noailles. [Exit COURTENAY.

NOAILLES. Good-day, my Lord. Strange game of chess! a King That with her own pawns plays against a Queen, Whose play is all to find herself a King. Ay; but this fine blue-blooded Courtenay seems Too princely for a pawn. Call him a Knight, That, with an ass's, not a horse's head, Skips every way, from levity or from fear. Well, we shall use him somehow, so that Gardiner And Simon Renard spy not out our game Too early. Roger, thinkest thou that anyone Suspected thee to be my man?

ROGER. Not one, sir.

NOAILLES. No! the disguise was perfect. Let's away. [Exeunt.