Enter BURLEIGH and DAVISON, with a paper ELIZABETH. Well, Davison? DAVISON (approaches earnestly). Your orders are obeyed, My queen—— ELIZABETH. What orders, sir? [As she is about to take the paper, she shudders, and starts back. Oh, God! BURLEIGH. Obey Thy people's voice; it is the voice of God. ELIZABETH (irresolute, as if in contest with herself) Oh, my good lord, who will a**ure me now That what I hear is my whole people's voice, The voice of all the world! Ah! much I fear, That, if I now should listen to the wish Of the wild multitude, a different voice Might soon be heard;—and that the very men, Who now by force oblige me to this step, May, when 'tis taken, heavily condemn me!