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Hear me, Bona, one of two fates must now be mine. Death-or thy hand, and with it the crown of Poland. Do not start. There is for _me_ no middle station. You may be safe. A few tears, a few smiles, and the old king will lapse into his dotage."
"You speak in riddles, Glinski; I comprehend nothing of all this."
"Yet it is clear enough. Thus it stands: the Duke of Lithuania loved the wife of Sigismund, king of Poland. Love!-I call to witness all the saints in heaven!-love alone prompted his daring suit. But now that fortune has first favoured and then betrayed him, where think you does his safety lie? Where, but in the bold enterprises of ambition? His only place of refuge is a throne. He who has won a queen must protect her with a sceptre. You must be mine-my very queen-you must extend your hand and raise me to the royalty of Poland, or see my blood flow ignominiously upon the scaffold.
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