Mary Stuart. Фридрих Шиллер

Know you, then, what you risk? Are you not scared

       By Babington and Tichburn's bloody heads,

       Set up as warnings upon London's bridge?

       Nor by the ruin of those many victims

       Who have, in such attempts, found certain death,

       And only made my chains the heavier?

       Fly hence, deluded, most unhappy youth!

       Fly, if there yet be time for you, before

       That crafty spy, Lord Burleigh, track your schemes,

       And mix his traitors in your secret plots.

       Fly hence:—as yet, success hath never smiled

       On Mary Stuart's champions.