It is my due, and I will not
relinquish it; and you shall not be allowed to tear it from me.
Know, then, my brother, I love Thomas Seymour; all my desire, all my
hope is fixed on him; and I will not tear this love out of my heart;
I will not give him up."
"Well, if you love him, marry him, then!"exclaimed her brother.
"Become the wife of this Thomas Seymour! Ask the duke, our father,
for his consent to this marriage, and I am certain he will not
refuse you, for he is prudent and cautious, and will, better than I,
calculate the advantages which a connection with the Seymours may
yield our family. Do that, sister, and marry your dearly beloved. I
do not hinder you."
"Yes, you do hinder me--you alone!" cried his sister, flaming with
wrath. "You will refuse Margaret's hand; you will give the Seymours
mortal offence. You thereby make my union with Thomas Seymour
impossible! In the proud selfishness of your haughtiness, you see
not that you are dashing to atoms my happiness, while you are
thinking only of your desire to offend the Seymours. But I tell you,
I love Thomas Seymour--nay, I adore him. He is my happiness, my
future, my eternal bliss. Therefore have pity on me, Henry! Grant me
this happiness, which I implore you for as Heaven's blessing. Prove
to me that you love me, and are willing to make this sacrifice for
me. Henry, on my knees, I conjure you! Give me the man I love; bend
your proud head; become Margaret Seymour's husband, that Thomas
Seymour may become mine.
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